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 ...sometimes love brought mom a drink
 or helped her stir...

 Love is a song that never grows old... no matter how old we get

(this is all three of my daughter tid-bits rolled into one poem)

Love wakes the middle-dark

And asks mom for a drink

It spawns laughter in bright blue socks

Paired with a lace-dress, pink

It wails aloud because

Pancakes burnt while she read

It clunks upon piano keys

Or up the stairs to bed

Love shouts and yells and sings

It chatters and pretends

Love argues with her brother and

It giggles with her friends

It leaves a trail of ‘stuff’

While Mom pulls out her hair

It drops balled socks on side-tables

Or underneath her chair

Love doodles in ink-dreams

And makes mom wait…and wait

It turns the van too sharply and

It sees the post too late

Love showers far too often

Raids fridge and cookie jar

Or joins mom on the porch at night

To wish upon a star

Love needs another dollar

Love needs another hug

Love shrieks 'the sky is falling'

Because it saw a bug

Then, love goes off to college

Mom wipes a tear because

Now, suddenly she misses the

Melody love once was

© Janet Martin