My Dream

What would it be like if I knocked on her door

And she said come on in 

I'm just sweeping the floor

Sit down and have coffee

So we can catch up

There's lots of stuff for us to discuss 

There's grandkids and birthdays

Recipes to share

Trips to Glen Ivy and so much more

We'd smile and we'd laugh

My dream is always the same

Everything is fine

If I could just turn back time

Mom dosen't know me anymore

She just sits and stares

While I push her around in her big silver chair

I have wonderful memories of days gone by

But I can still dream can't I ?

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