Poetry by Ann Christine Tabaka
I remember a place deep inside,
that used to hold love dear.
Treasures buried within
the confines of my heart.
Speak to me my son,
tell me where the years have gone.
For time has stolen youth from me,
and now you are a man.
Gone are the moments of childhood joy,
when you used to take my hand.
Lost among stray memories
of bed time stories and fairy tales.
We cannot go back to golden days
of playing in the sun.
Yet, old age cannot take you from me,
not now or ever more.
About the Poet
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are: Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore
Vita Brevis Press. 
To me, this is what makes this poem what it is: “Yet, old age cannot take you from me.”
Very well thought out, congratulations.
Beautifully portrayed the deep boding between the mother and a son. One of my fav poets from the WP community.
Lovely poem!