Music: The Frost Is All Over
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I wrote a series of poems during a time when I was remembering my mom and growing up and away from home. They reflect my feelings that flowed over me when writing.
Music: The Frost Is All Over |
The last time I saw my motherThe last time I saw my mother, she was standing in the door Her arm raised in a gentle wave of her hand She told me that day my ancesters were from dear old Ireland I waved back and didn’t see her any more Thinking back now when she said goodbye She had a small smile, I didn’t see her cry I can remember her words when she gave me that wave She said “Honey, be good, be careful and be brave!” I didn’t think then that I’d ever look back At her standing in the door to that tiny shack It has been so long ago, so many years I didn’t think I’d still be fighting back the tears She told me to go and take the world by surprise The Irish pride beaming from he eyes Good-bye mother dear I’ll see you in a day and a year I never saw her any more But I remember her standing in the door |
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