Sometimes I long to see you and hear your gentle tone
Sometime I long to call you and hear you on the phone.
Sometime I long to call you and hear you on the phone.
But, always in my heart, I shall ever hold regret
Of all the things “I could have done” I know I’ll not forget.
Oh, Mother dear, your life was short
but still your life was full
And oft time through the years your yoke
was very hard to pull.
You kept your faith in your flight through life often
flavored with a song
Because I’ve often heard you sing when
everything seemed so wrong.
As I think back to my tender years
and my thoughts go back in time
The things I remember are priceless and didn’t cost a dime.
For example, the games we played as we sat around our table
And I know now many a night you were not able.
You made up games, you made up poems and you
made up stories to tell
You made us toys and dolls and such,
but none you ever would sell.
As I look back and think of the fun we had way back then
How you did it, I’ll never know, with a family such as ten.
You used to tell us stories of things of bygone days
And the things you used to do in your childhood ways.
You used to scold us when you should
and told us the reason why
And praise us when we were good, down to the smallest try.
Never once do I remember of your voice that you did raise
Now I feel that I’m the one to give you that special praise.
And tell you that I loved you in my own peculiar way
That’s another thing I’ll tell you when we meet another day.
I know now that you were priceless,
but as usual I’m too late,
But then again that is something else
that will just have to wait.
I can plan to tell you later when we meet up in the sky
Where we’ll have that precious chat in the sweet by and by.
Ramblings and Thoughts
by Dorothy M. Wilde, 91, of Monticello.
Of all the things “I could have done” I know I’ll not forget.
Oh, Mother dear, your life was short
but still your life was full
And oft time through the years your yoke
was very hard to pull.
You kept your faith in your flight through life often
flavored with a song
Because I’ve often heard you sing when
everything seemed so wrong.
As I think back to my tender years
and my thoughts go back in time
The things I remember are priceless and didn’t cost a dime.
For example, the games we played as we sat around our table
And I know now many a night you were not able.
You made up games, you made up poems and you
made up stories to tell
You made us toys and dolls and such,
but none you ever would sell.
As I look back and think of the fun we had way back then
How you did it, I’ll never know, with a family such as ten.
You used to tell us stories of things of bygone days
And the things you used to do in your childhood ways.
You used to scold us when you should
and told us the reason why
And praise us when we were good, down to the smallest try.
Never once do I remember of your voice that you did raise
Now I feel that I’m the one to give you that special praise.
And tell you that I loved you in my own peculiar way
That’s another thing I’ll tell you when we meet another day.
I know now that you were priceless,
but as usual I’m too late,
But then again that is something else
that will just have to wait.
I can plan to tell you later when we meet up in the sky
Where we’ll have that precious chat in the sweet by and by.
Ramblings and Thoughts
by Dorothy M. Wilde, 91, of Monticello.
