Can I Call You Mom?

My heart out to that soul who wanted to call me mom — submitted for The Lark’s poetry competition — runner-up poem

Long in the past, I found a love Of a dear heart, I taught at school Flashed into my class that day An Angel she was in her teens Surpassed beauty of that scene Her curly fringes faired her face Rowing brown eyes added grace! Waving at me across the gate She stole my days, I confess Was my fairy sent to bless? Many days froze at my pace! Smashy smiles, I never missed Appealing love then, I guessed Seconds fractioned in my mind Were often paused to rewind!

Earnest in studies, she excelled Stood apart for many reasons Days fused to form new months She drew herself closer and said, If I were her mother, she wished To call me so, she had prayed My tears spelled the words I had Endearing moments we shared That true love I felt at heart Had no parallels ever after!