bySilverwolf ©![]() Watching your son play I sit in our swing, lover, Watching your son play. I cared for him not, Tippy, But with a mother’s love, he grew. You would be proud. He chases a butterfly Over by your roses So much like you did While I’d watch and laugh You would be proud Racing now with Princess A sleek, muscular frame On your fine legs Grinning with your smile You would be proud He notices me now Feeling down, missing you And leaps in my lap Exuberance you seldom showed But with your eyes And a reassuring kiss I watch our son playing, Tippy, A tear in my eye And I am so proud! silverwolf "Site content and stories Copyright secured 1998-2003 Silverwolf & Silverwolf Industries" "E-mail the Author at silverw122@netscape.net" |