Mom thinks so! |
He told me of it when he got home "I met your Mom," he said "Are you dreaming?" I asked bluntly "You know my Mom's long dead." "My car broke down along the route I went to an inn for the night Your Mom met me at the door She did give me a fright!" "You're making it up!" I answered "You're trying to tease or something." "Listen," he urged, "please listen. A message from her I bring." "What message?" I asked in scorn "You can't have spoken to her." "But I did, if you'd only listen, Please just listen my dear." "She said to tell you she loves you And so does your Dad They're proud to have you as a daughter Each day, you make them glad." "Anyone could make that up, It's what a parent would say. You didn't meet my Mom You're joking all the way." "She also said," he whispered, "That she thinks you're pretty When here, she said you weren't And that's a real pity." How could he know this? I wondered It was between Mom and me It affected me for decades That she thought I was ugly. "She said she's sorry," he went on "For making you feel this way She wasn't a good mother to you But she hopes you'll forgive her today." He had really met her! She cared for my feelings! If this is what happens in haunted inns Let's have more such meetings! PROMPT ▼ |