Putting on a Cloud
I lost my Dad when I was but twenty-three,
a massive heart attack swept him away.
Since that time my Mom was everything to me
and in her loving memory I pray.
She was the strength and laughter on the end of a line
when I called her each Saturday, without fail.
She’d offer up a silly new joke to make me inclined
to laugh like a locksmith in jail.
We’d talk about my job, golf and my life,
she held close the unsolicited advice.
Always asking for the chance to speak to my wife,
sharing her precious laugh like a spice.
In her later days she developed quite a crush
on America’s star, Tiger Woods.
Watching him on TV surely gave her a rush,
yes, she knew that young lad had the goods.
Cancer took her from us this October past.
She’s discussing golf with the Lord - that’s for sure.
My Saturday mornings can’t finish too fast,
since I can’t dial up that connection anymore.
This is submitted for the Heros Challenge.
By AlwaysMyWords
© 2008 AlwaysMyWords
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