My Dad would sing that song almost so low I could barely hear it. Sometimes he might whistle the tune. I doubt he was even aware of it.

Kathleen was my mother. She and Dad were divorced when I was four years old. I went with Dad.

I waited and waited for Dad to take Kathleen home again.

He never did. But years later as Dad lay dieing I brought Kathleen to him. I left them alone together. They were holding hands.

A thought on my Mother's day.

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