Dear Editor:
For mom on Mother’s Day – entitled When You and I Are Old.
When you are old
I’ll brush your hair
And sing you songs
To show I care.
I’ll bring posies tied
In ribbons bright.
Sprinkle petals on
Your bed at night.
When I am old
You’ll be the breeze
That brings the scent
Of spring to me.
You’ll be the soft voice
In my ear
Saying: “Be not afraid.
I wait for you here.”
For for today
Let’s sit awhile.
We’ll sip out tea
And share a smile.
We’ll watch the kids
All in a whirl
And together know
It’s a wonderful world.
Joy Lippai,
Arthur