I always hoped for short, <br /> long ago... gave up on sweet, <br /> I was hoping that some morning, <br /> with a smile on her face, <br /> - - - I'd find her gone. <br /> <br /> That doesn't seem to be, <br /> as the mini - strokes, <br /> become more frequent, <br /> I tell her... and I tell her, <br /> ...and she refuses to believe me. <br /> <br /> She's the mother, don't you know, <br /> she always knew that it was best, <br /> the baby never understood, <br /> the rest is what she said. <br /> <br /> There's just so much that you can do, <br /> short of throwing her in chains, <br /> ... it never works for any of us, <br /> when it comes to beating age. <br /> <br /> I think the best that one can hope for, <br /> is to make the last few years, <br /> the kind you would want for yourself, <br /> ... the happiest and best, <br /> ... compared to all the rest, <br /> ... easy flowing flight, <br /> somehow, right back to the nest. <br /> <br /> Now, there is no going back, <br /> on your own forever more, <br /> everything that once was there, <br /> is not there anymore. <br /> <br /> Gave up on sweet, so long ago, <br /> ... and still I find her gone, <br /> I smile for a different reason, <br /> because I tried to make the last years of her life, <br /> ... her very best ones!<br /><br />Barry Van Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-son/
