Mother Of Childhood Days Poem by Debra Cathey (Thane)

I miss my 'Mother of Childhood Days, '
Her care-free spirit and her warm, loving
ways.

The cinnamon toast tea parties with our
dress-up sprees,
And the 'after your bath ice-cream, '
I miss all of these.

I miss our weekly walks to the Public Library,
and the anticipation of awaiting the magical
'Tooth Fairy.'

Those days seemed forever with our afternoon
strolls,
And reading us bedtime stories while eating
cinnamon rolls.

How quickly time robbed us and took us away,
But I can still see her smiling as she
watches us play...

(Sacramento, CA 1991)