Momma's Notebook
 

Up on the closet's shelf
I found your notebook
Left there from years ago
I decided in it I would take a look

It held no mysteries or great secrets
Just a place fro you to jot a note
When you watched the shopping show
Little details of items in it you wrote

I slowly began to turn the pages
Looking at what your hand had penned
No one could possibly have an idea
Of the feeling inside of me that did begin

I found myself slowly reading over the words
And with an easy touch from my fingertips
Running across each entry that was in the book
Mom, your touch I felt as I was touching your scripts

The tears fall from my eyes and onto the page they drop
As I close the notebook, I remember your loving touch
Warmth and comfort I felt when in your arms I was held
I now feel you again as against my heart the notebook I clutch
~Breezey~