It’s that time o’ year again as autumn turns to winter I find myself thinkin’ o’ you and cryin’ myself a river. It’s that time o’ year again the sun sets early in the day I find myself engulfed amid white clouds shiftin’ grey. It’s that time o’ year again with colors o’ red ‘n’ green I find myself wonderin’ so if things are what they seem. It’s that time o’ year again that I feel the most unrest I find myself in constant fret yet sense that I am blessed. It’s that time o’ year again snow causes me to shudder I find myself thinkin’ o’ you and cryin’ myself a mother. © 2002 Ruth Cox

Page created with love 'n' tears for my Mother
Anna Mae Cox
Death by domestic violence December 1st, 1975