The following was written to help a son's embarrassment because his mother could not remember my name, after months of knowing me.
You do not remember my name.
Your family-says, Of course, Mother,
You know her name.
It is Tamantha Tittlemouse.
But we do not hear
For the smile in tour eyes
Is busy meeting the smile from my eyes
And where it meets it is saving so much.
"I'm glad to see you again."
"It's nice to be with you a little while."
We know each other beyond a label.
What we say to each other in the moment
Is much more important
Than Tamantha Tillemouse.