APRON STRINGS

 

Life's frosty chill lies over me,

Runs rampant through my veins,

No place to run that I can find,

The frigid air remains.

Sometimes I think if life could turn,

I'd have it carry me,

Back to a time when I was small

And sat on Mama's knee.

The cold wind blows across my face,

I feel it enter me,

And seek a solace found with warmth,

But find insanity.

Return me now to that safe place,

The place where life still sings,

A time in life lived long ago...

When tied to apron strings.

Sun tries to penetrate the cold,

I feel the warmth of rays,

But frigidness of life remains,

And so does this malaise.

My mind drifts back and now I see

My Mama with brown hair,

And I asleep so peacefully

While in her rocking chair.

Life won't keep my mind in past,

It puts me back in cold,

Where winds of life blow hard and fierce...

And I keep growing old.