One cup only

Life only let's us wind the clock once, and the day is gone

faster than we choose.

Time for you to leave, and for me to say goodbye,

Mother's don't do that well.

In my mind I see you overcoming challenges

with a click of your pen.

Collecting allocates like brown beads, trading them

for friends at the market.

Obstacles, rise like feathers, and spread becoming sails,

carrying you on.

And I applaud loudest.

Missing you, but knowing the greater the distance,

the greater the achievement.

But, I'll come back here, after you are gone,

and sit this way.

Just as we have done, while you were here,

this visit home.

And Willy will bring one cup only - for me

and ask me, where you are and I'll have the opening I need.

© 2009 Tamera Dobbins