When You Think Of Me
What do you think of
when you think of me?
Am I the babe that you
cuddled and cooed
or the boy who would climb anything
and jump?
Am I the teen who fought
every word or measure?
Am I the struggling and confused
young man who could be led
anywhere - and usually was?
Or do you think of me
as I am now;
stubborn, independent,
just like you?
Ron W. Hamilton © 2001
I love you mom.
