Long Ago

Long ago, and, oh, so far away
I fell in love with you before the second show.
Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear,
but you're not really here.It's just the radio.
Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby?
You said you'd be coming back this way again baby.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby.
I love you, I really do.
Loneliness is such a sad affair,
and I can hardly wait to be with you again.
What to say, to make you come again?
Come back to me again, and play your sad guitar.

A wonderful artist preformed this many years ago.( Karen Carpenter.)
Today as I was thinking of the day. I thought of a time Long Ago.
Yet not so long ago either. Where did the years go?

I recall very vividly, the first Mothers day breakfast I had with my children. Charles we about six years old. Dad and he made breakfast for me. It was scrambled Eggs, coffee, milk, toast, jam and a single rose.
Every year Charles would make the trek to the garden to cut one rose he wanted on my tray. It was presented in a small vast and was more beautiful than any rose I had ever seen. Every year another rose would appear and be more beautiful than the last.
When Ken was old enough he was in there helping. I recall one day, they came into the room, each holding a side of the tray so each could say they helped.
When Sheri was older she too joined in. I had breakfast in bed every Mothers day. One day I suggested enough be made for all of us, (in secret to their dad) We all sat on my bed and ate toast and laughed and talked.
What a special day it was. A day that never leaves my memory. A day that continued on each year.
The little kids carrying a tray bigger than they were.
Then one day,Dad did not have to help, The kids were on their own and the tradition never ended.
Today as I was talking to Ken, the kids told me they made breakfast for Mommy.
That made my heart proud. A tradition carrying on. A time Mommy will never forget no matter how old she gets or how old the babies get.
Today is a day for each of you Mommies.
From experience I can tell you,
Memorize each smile and treasure each little stumble, they only make you grow.
One day from the depths of your memory this day will pop up and you will smile.