Before I entered in life’s maze
I’d been alive a thousand days
I walked and talked and learned to sing
Good manners came with everything.
My mother, she was but sixteen
Had never been a high school queen
She was my best friend my whole life
Through happy days and those of strife.
The hard times came, then went away
But left the scars of yesterday
Sometimes when I do quiet sit
Those memories may be relit.
I’ve often wondered how we did
When daddy died, I was a kid
Today the days just seem to fly
I must learn now to say goodbye !
Claire V. Bogdanos 