Poetry From The Heart by Barbara Ann Smith
A Dither
Mother's Day is over,
the children have gone home,
years of memories still linger
as I'm left here all alone.
The patter of tiny feet,
replaced by the clock,
the sounds in the house
dongs a loud tick, tock, tick, tock.
Where did those years go?
I can't remember anymore,
one day they were filled with giggles
now it's only the dogs snore.
I'd like to wipe those runny noses,
hear their screams and cries,
brush the sleep from their eyes,
watch their faces as they eat apple pie.
Where did those years go?
Will you help me find them please?
Life is a tad-bit lonely
I want them back to bounce upon my knees.
Where did those years go?
Will you help me find them please?
My life has been in a dither
ever since they all left me.
the children have gone home,
years of memories still linger
as I'm left here all alone.
The patter of tiny feet,
replaced by the clock,
the sounds in the house
dongs a loud tick, tock, tick, tock.
Where did those years go?
I can't remember anymore,
one day they were filled with giggles
now it's only the dogs snore.
I'd like to wipe those runny noses,
hear their screams and cries,
brush the sleep from their eyes,
watch their faces as they eat apple pie.
Where did those years go?
Will you help me find them please?
Life is a tad-bit lonely
I want them back to bounce upon my knees.
Where did those years go?
Will you help me find them please?
My life has been in a dither
ever since they all left me.
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