Jerry Garcia

It's our 

Day

Mother 

Daughter.

It's our tradition 

To have 

A holiday lunch 

Then shop.

I have loved

You since 

The day

I had 

Layed 

Eyes 

On you.

Your my

Comfort 

My warm

Place.

As we 

Wander 

The streets

We happen

Into 

The biggest

Hippie shop.

Laughing 

And listening to

The 

Grateful Dead

We shop.

You are 65

I am 45.

But at 

This 

Moment 

You are magically 

20 years 

Younger 

And so am

I.

Laughing 

And trying 

On clothes 

We are transformed

For a moment.

It's magic.

We come 

Out of 

The fitting 

Room

You in a

Poncho 

With fringe.

Me in a 

Hippie skirt

And a halter

Top.

You laugh 

Until you 

Start 

To cry.

I know

Why 

You are crying.

 Time

Moves so 

Fast.

How did we get 

Here?

We take off 

Our clothes 

And change.

We are back 

To our 

Present.

You pile your 

Poncho and 

My outfit 

At the register.

Mom?

What are 

You doing?

You wipe 

Your tears 

And 

Start to 

Smile..

What?! 

I ask,

As we stand 

At the counter.

We need 

A little 

Jerry Garcia

You reply.

The music 

Being played

Is grateful dead.

The lyrics 

For 

Truckin

Are playing.

We start

Laughing,

And I 

Say

What would 

Jerry do?

You start 

Laughing 

And we both start

Singing...

Truckin.

I am 

In 

Love... With 

My past 

My now 

And my 

Future.