Dancing in the shadows of the early morning light
Wishing for someone to hold and draw so tight
Glancing through the pages of a melancholy mind
Knowing time can stand still as you look closely at what's behind

Time just keeps on galloping to a whimsical beat
Oh I have my moments when I want to just retreat
Lie dormant in the moment instead of looking to and fro
Waiting on a dream to come but caught in a familiar undertow

Stardust in one's eyes as the morning dew does settle
Feeling a whistling urge like the boiling of the kettle
The steamy words come frolicking off of a boiling tongue
Anger for a child's dream is tossed aside, no victory won

A father lost in alcohol spewing excuses like a spinning wheel
A mother on a soapbox as a childhood he does steal
With selfishness and righteous banter he approaches in such jest
Clueless on the web that's spun and yet he fails the test

Morning quickly approaches and to sleep she then succumbs
Knowing it makes no difference as the beat plays on the familie's drums
The trail of tears passed down through generations so she wails
The trail of tears for alcoholics in denial and then he bails

A mother and child tucked tightly into bed
Dreaming of a difference made by all the words unsaid
Integrity and faith win out as the kettle cools again
A family lost in a vapor and found in an "I remember when"

SDF 12/2/11

Many kudos Many snaps Awesome~

These times seem to bring it all up and out. Love this, well expressed, your heart is exposed so honestly.

A child's LOVE and a Mother's LOVE, combined THEY RULE THE WORLD....... A VERY SWEET MEMORY to share,,and I think YOUR a GREAT MOMMY!!!!!