Be Seeing You
It seemed she’d been waiting since time begun
For a welcome visit from her only son
The last couple years his letters were few
But always he signed them, Be seeing you
Once in a while he’d even phone and
Assure her he was coming home
Then he got call late one night
From neighbors who hadn’t seen a light
In her house for several days
And wondered if she went to his place to stay
They found her slumped at her table
In a letter she’d written all she was able
Dear Son, It started, faltered and then
It looked as though she had dropped her pen
It went on –This is the best I can do
All my love, Mother, Be seeing you
