Mom 
Copyright (c) 1992, David M. Ziegler
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                                 Mom
                                 
                 On slippered feet you came to me
               bringing hot chocolate and cookies.
                   To chase away the boogie man
                    or just to say goodnight.
                                 
                    On slipperd feet you came 
                 to tuck me in and read a story;
             of kings and princes and far away lands
               with happy endings and sweet dreams.
                                 




                     On slipperd feet it came
                      silently in the night.
                   It came and took you from me
                        I know not where.
                                 
                  If I were to guess I would say
                           it took you
              to far away lands where princes`s ride
                full of laughter and sugar plums.
                         I miss you Mom.
                                     
                      
