Guiding Angel

My dreams last

night conjured up

A vision of my mother.

I should

have said

more, Since I mightn't get another.

 

Her voice was so sweet. And she spoke without words. She sounded as she did

Last time she was heard.

 

A favour she wanted. I was eager to please. But my words didn't flow

Quite as easily as these.

 

So my quest I begun,

My journey did start.

But then came a sudden

Cry of horror from my heart.

 

Was that the last time?

Would I ever get another?

Why,

oh why,

did I leave

Without hugging                    my mother?

The End

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