To Red, Thanks

 

 

She fought with tears,

he held his course,

she sought some logic

to win over her son,

and gave a long sigh

with tears on the way.

 

She agreed, she’d look

at the house he had chosen.

He rushed to the car

to get her there,

he opened the door

and she stood as a statue,

he spoke not a word

till he heard her long sigh,

 

With a long breath of air

and a whisper, oh my,

his sadness and silence

(pathetically read);

then he suddenly realized

she no longer was mad;

Oh Red, its great!

I so love this place.

 

And she started a race

(being at Riverstone)

I barely can wait,

I already love,

the choice that you made;

and she always

stayed.

 

© 1997  Isobel