I wish I could remember the tender
years of my life and the people who
loved me through those days of
trouble and strife.
I wish things could have been
different in events and time,
life might have been brighter,
might have rhymed.
I wish I could have known my
brothers and sisters and lived a
life of charm, but the depression
of the thirties changed that dream
to a life of desperation and alarm.
Now the years have passed me
by and it’s almost time for me
to die. If I could have one wish,
that wish would be to know my
mother’s loving face and tender touch,
for you see…
she died when I was only three.
Jackie R. Kays
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