Days with My Mother

School bag in her hands, she turned to leave
I watched her go with a tinge of grief
This little funny girl was mine to keep
As time passes, I had lost my grip

Callousness in her eye, she stared at me
Where is the woman whom I'll greet with glee?
This mother of mine, my hair she would caress
As time passes, I was never her best

Fast paced rat race
Preparing her for the things she might face

Too fast, mom, are work loads a must?
I miss your kisses, I miss having a blast.

Breakfast on our table, we paused to pray
Thanking God for yet another new day
Barely awake, we say our grace
I wish I could still caress her face

Breakfast on our table, she paused to pray
Quietly, I watched her as she say her grace
On her hair were tinges of gray
that tells her story as if a screenplay

As we eat, we tried to speak
Of what's coming up for her work week
Clients and clients, she had to meet
I wonder if she remembers her meals that she must eat.

As we eat, we tried to speak
I told her my schedule for the week
I wished there was a day she would pick
for us to travel or to meet

Brief case in her hands, she turned to leave
I watched her go with a tinge of grief
This lady of mine, I used to keep
But as time passes I lost my grip.

Emptiness in her eyes, she stood by the gate
How I wished time hasn't dictated our fate
I still think of our laughter
I love you, my mother.