A Mother’s Promise

 

 

Don’t think for a moment

That I’ll ever be gone

Wherever you go

I’ll always be near you

The haze in your reflection

The lingering shadow next to you

The whistle that rustles the trees

The tears that roll down your face

I’ll always be in your thoughts

The common sense that guides you

The light at the end of the road

The little cloud that always follows

The tug you sometimes feel in your heart

I’ll always be somewhere close

The footprints you leave behind

The dream you never can remember

The harmony in your favorite song

The fire that burns in your eyes

As your mother, I make this promise

I’ll always be a little part of you

 

 

Wendi Callaway

July 22, 2002