Going back in time in years I know,

A little boy with his dog I was, before I grow.

Thinking of times of sharing we had,

Christmas time, birthdays and things not sad.

Sharing with friends and riding bikes with care,

Going to school and reading books that were there.

Not much to worry about in those days we had,

Except fighting with your sister and Mom would get so mad.

We grew up helping Mom as much as we could,

She worked so hard, more then some Mom's would.

We had no worries cause her Love was always there,

She gave us all we needed and she gave it with care.

I think of the little boy and his dog as my life passes by,

Thinking of Mom, love and no worries as I sit here and cry.

By John E. Mingo Sr