Mama, I will see you soon
I think of you every June
You left us in the summertime
The details imprinted on my mind
I remember the conversations exchanged
siblings gathered around our voices strained
Daddy’s head hung low on your last days
Clinging to the memories of all your ways
Gathered around your bed as if one
Daddy, daughters, and your sons
We didn’t want to believe you would go
But the disease residing in you said so
Mama, I will meet you on a sunny day, down a dusty road
The smell of honeysuckle in the air with flowery pedals of gold
We will talk about the days now of your vibrant youth
No more sickness and disease it is gone now that’s the truth
You’ll sing your favorite country song, I will sing along
Everything is okay now that mamas finally Home
