Where does your mind go when you leave me?
I try and connect with your eyes,
They are a blank slate.
I wonder how long I will have to wait,
Before you come back to me this time.
Minutes turn into hours then days,
They pass slowly and hurtfully away.
I hope you are in golden fields with the music you love,
Fishing rod in hand and close to your favourite spot.
I’m here waiting, the door is open,
copyright Es-tee Miller
“There is no love stronger than a Mother’s love for her child”.. Es-tee