Anna Helen McDonald

(Kaska, Pennsylvania, USA)

To Mom

I'm thinking of you mom -- as the years go swiftly by
I start remembering little things and heave a happy sigh
It didn't seem so long ago, when I was just a child
I can't help wondering -- if sometimes I drove you wild
For now I've grown to be a mom myself
And there sits all my memories on the shelf
It's as though I'm looking through a mirror at my past
But find it's just my present -- passing by so fast
And now I know, dear mother, why you always said

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