Karen Kay Bentley
How can I tell you of the love inside
That smolders and burns, and swells with pride
How can I tell you, Mother of mine
Of the great admiration that comes with time.
With nails so long and painted in red
You traced a tickle as I lay on my bed
Ever so softly your nails they would touch
Leaving little goose-bumps I loved so much.
Oh how I wish that day I could change