Life is not always perfect, but we should always make the best of it. |
If she said she loved me, you'd think I would recall, the loving hands of a mother, that's supposed to say it all. Loving little kindnesses, kisses soft and tender. If my Mother did these things, I really don't remember. He said he loved me dearly, as he turned and waved goodbye, but he was never there to calm a fear or dry a teary eye. So I grew up not knowing, if he loved me so. But, if Daddy really loved me, you'd think that I would know. He said he really loved me, with kisses soft & sweet. So I pledged to him all I was or ever hoped to be. But twenty years of anger, really said it all. And if my husband loved me, you'd think I could recall. She said, "I love you Mommy" as kisses sweet, she planted firmly on my cheek, the dark-haired darling girl of mine. But as life progressed she took with her, her child so small and left me far behind. And if she really loved me, I really can't recall. One life bereft of those she loved, wounded by great loss of all & IF they ever loved her, she really can't recall. Unlovable a person, I really must be, because if anyone ever truly wanted and needed love, surely it is me. |