THE WALK My mother takes my hand The streets are wet with Springtime rain "How was your day?" she asks of me "I'm glad you came to walk with me" The flowers bloom proficiently It doesn't seem to matter much A carriage passes by our way Dear Mother declines his kind words This time alone with Mother Makes me feel a special bond Throughout the coming years Of the walks I took with Mother by Patrice Vicory©
And we go out for a walk
And we begin to talk
I say that it was fine
She says "The pleasures mine"
Their fragrance scents our way
That the skies are gray
The coachman says "Ride for Free?"
And my heart is filled with glee
Before we reach our door
I couldn't love her more
These memories I will treasure
And the love shared without measure.
