My Rock

MY ROCK For my Mom, Elsie Mae Jones Sometimes I catch myself Thinking, "When I phone, I can talk of this or that!" Then remember, I'm alone. She was always there To answer my calls To listen to my "small talk" Or when I climbed the walls. Sometimes, I didn't feel like talking And somehow, she understood Didn't say she wished I'd call Or make me feel like I should. Now, I wish I would have More times, to show I cared To say, just how important Were, all those times we shared. I could have shown my love So much more than I did I never, did it enough Even when I was a kid. Now it's too late to do or say All those things I wish I had No way to ease the pain inside When my heart is sad. She was my "anchor" to this life The "rock", that I clung to The place, where I could turn When, nowhere else would do. Now, the ravages of time Have worn my "rock" away And all I have to cling to Are memories of yesterday. Del "Abe" Jones 4-11-98