When plans are made, and you are so full of promise

That you are riding on a hot air ballon as a novice

Then something you did not expect turns you around

And all of a sudden you are sitting home with frown



You trouble yourself with visions of what could be

Mixed with realizations it was all quite a fantasy

And nothing which you saw in this advance vision

Was anything based on the reality, but a fiction



A concoction which you played in tricks so mental

That when it came closer to it, you lost the gentle

Touch you had envisioned and experienced so before

When you shared happier times with her in past galore



And now you realize the very best thing you can do

Is give her her day alone, and think of her so blue

Knowing full well she is relishing her time alone

Even though you have not even picked up the phone



And you wanted so to call to wish the best of days

But afraid of ruining it for her - you do just gaze

Out of the window and hope all goes so well for her

For in a corner or your heart - there is a mighty spur



Which digs into the side of your steed and urges on

To finish lines of a race which can never ever be won

For only she knows when she wants this static to end

And when she does - she will let you know and so blend ...



- Tristram



Mother's Day 1997