Mamas Home

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