Mother's Soliloquy

A mother once happy and gay Soliloquized in a sad way. Why does he my kisses withhold Is it just because I am old?

My health is good, my teeth are sound, What other reason could be found? We’ve kissed since his life was begun This boy and I, my loving son.

He always gave a kiss or two, This son of mine so kind and true. For twenty years and even more We’ve enjoyed our kiss at the door.

I wonder what has caused this change It does seem awful hard and strange, I ponder and I wonder why? It grieves me and I often cry.

How this should come so suddenly Will always be a mystery. A grudging kiss I would not have Merely bestowed as balm or salve.

All through life I’ve tried to be brave, To my loved ones graciously gave My time, and of my life the best, Ever praying that they be blest.

I shall not worry or repine, But simply to my fate resign. And though I long for my kisses— He may wish for those he misses.

For after all when life is o’er We’ll care for earthly things no more. The pang for what I missed so much Will vanish with the heavenly touch.