There is that time in childhood,
that magical slippery "catch as
catch can" instance when we seem
to capture a wonderful memory.
We don't know then it will be
forever special and in
our mind's eye be reflected back
later in bittersweet colors.
I dedicate this to you, my dear
sweet mother, whom I will never
meet again, surely not in this
dimension, but perhaps in some
other. I do not know,
it might be so, it might not.
I just wish to keep your memory
fast within my heart, and hope
that age does not wither its
vividness.
Oh, if I might only have one day
more with you now, to set a kiss
upon your cheek, to hug you warmly,
to see that gentle smile on your
face, to hear your words, but it
can not be, will never be, the time
for that is gone.