Thoughts Of Home

I guess that I just couldn't wait
To get away from home,
To spread my wings, learn to fly,
And over the earth to roam.

Now that I'm here in foreign lands,
My thoughts return to you;
I hope you're proud of who I am
And what I'm trying to do.

But now that I'm gone, thoughts of home
Are always on my mind;
The memories of the love you gave,
Which proved that love was blind.

What, I think, if you should die
While I am far away;
And I would see your loving face
No more 'til judgment day.

If I could never say again
The words you like to hear,
To tell you of the love I have,
How your memory is so dear.

So I must tell you while I can,
Before you have gone on;
Give you flowers while you live,
Not waiting until you're gone.

You taught me how to stand and fight,
Not turn tail and run,
You taught me morals, grit and pride
Mixed with good clean fun.

While I'm here so far away
And you are in my thoughts
I send all my love to you,
My precious own dear folks.

[ by: Joyce Guy (Joy Of Art Shop) -- submitted by: Joyce Guy ]