Ah Mother And Son Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Ah mother and son
going through the forest of life,
in their times going on
in life's work and strife.
Not much time for each dreaming
for time flowers are falling,
and sunsets glow beaming
as the winter is calling.

Ah mother my day
I long just to be with you,
for you are my way
to follow and get through.
Ah son I love you
you are me all inside,
when the times are blue
and winter nights abide

Ah together we go
through the forest of rain,
falling leaves they glow
with their sorrow and pain.
But we are still here
within all our dreams,
our souls are everywhere
like water that streams.