TO THE MUM I LOST

She came in my dreams
In her usual self
Petit and slim;

I was a wanderer
still I am
I had no one, no where
To sleep at night

No food
No cloths
No good
In my soul...yet,
She took me in...

I was wrong, mother
I never understand
That I have no father
To hold my youthful hand

I left
In a fit of pride
pitched with strangers...
And had my rewards
lost beyond the prodigal return.

The gains of my foolery
Still they follow me
I'm a vagabond still
Orphaned and ripped

So, she came in my dreams
Not to mock my estate

But with tears in her eyes
(Just as the day I did depart)

talked with me
prayed for me...
How I wish
It were real

She touched my hand
I've forgotten to laugh
Could only spare a smile...
And while we part'
I weep in my sleep.