The death of a moon cowboy

I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them.


Sunday, May 08, 2005

Love, from Jarom [Mother's Day 2005]

You're the first thing I see when I open my eyes each morning
and it always makes me smile to hear that angel's voice
and I've learned so many things, all because of you
and I'm always looking to satisfy my curiosity
and you've always got an answer for me

The songs you always sang to me I hear so clear and in tune
my home is wherever I am with you
I guess sometimes I forget to behave
it's hard with all this energy
but I'm usually sorry and just want to throw my small arms around you

I'm getting bigger, I stretch and I grow
but I'm still just a little boy
although one day I'll probably be taller than you
it won't change the way that I feel about you

I love you and need you around all the time
I want always to see the gleam in your eyes
and the smile that curves your cherry lips
that always remember to give me my goodnight kiss

I forever love you, you are perfection in a mother
and you'll always be that bright morning star
that shines on me wherever I go

I love you.

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