If I could, I'd come home walking down the drive
Slipping through the gate that coasts on its trike wheel.
I'd step carefully around the bikes scattered on the lawn.
And step around the back and smell the flowers and the grass.
Check the cars in their primitive parking line all there.
Then I'd rush inside over the dark step that guests miss.
A rush of melancholy would flood me at sight of empty shoes.
And I'd laugh at the undone laundry that ever waits for you.
You don't have to complete those tasks, just enough.
I know that popcorn would still sit in the pan and its aroma
cover any other smells. I would start weeping joyously.
Then I'd come to your bedrooms and spread kisses over each
Sweet loved face and watch you sleep til sunrise.
If I can...I will, but you know I might be called to leave,
at least in spirit though, I'll come sometimes at night
to touch your very souls. *always I will love you*
If you find another to love you, wonderful and sweet,
Tell her to hug you all and share herself with you,
Warmly open up your hearts to let love come in.
I'll be glad watching you in what you do, laughing
at the antics and applauding what you do. Love Mom
