Ebb and Flow
By Dayle Duffy
I go through the motions of living
but my mind is not where it should be
All the beauty I spot or items I buy
I wish my Mother could see
My feelings they flow with no pattern
They now have a life of their own
I must tread gently and hope the waves hit
Only when I'm safe at home
To others I seem sane and normal
My manner is much the same style
But suddenly plans get turned away
By a wash of her laughter and smile
Could this really have happened?
No more chances for me to go?
To her side and show my devotion
Hold her hand and love her so?
So now I am left with the feelings
As they ebb and flow at will
Though I know in heaven she's dancing
Down here I do miss her still
Dedicated to Arlene S. Duffy,
who passed July 9,2002.