Mama / Rhythmic Stories February 20, 2022

Mamas Smile

Sweet Mama

The memory of watching mama’s mouth turn upwards into a smile
I have kept Safe through the years; it’s helped me thru life’s miles

Even to this day, I can see Her smile, the image somewhat faded
It was clear to me that day she must have been elated

Children playing everywhere, mama baking as if she hadn’t a care
I smile at the image of her kneading dough. some White flour powder laced her hair

Fourteen hungry children to feed
Trying to fill our daily needs

I often wonder what Kept her beautiful smile intact
I couldn’t have ever filled her shoes; that is just a
fact

A smile lasts only seconds, but its warmth can stay to embrace you

Through the years of sadness or pain, it’s what will get you through

The smile on my mama’s face has pulled me thru dark years

She was a gentle giant I’m sure she shed
A million tears

A smile can last forever long after the person is gone
The best time to pull it out and use it is when you feel alone

Mamas smile has lasted a lifetime; at least her image has gotten me through

Some of life’s rough spots and days I’m feeling blue

A mamas smile is priceless, don’t trade it for anything
It’s there in your memory filed away under the heading, “happiness bring”

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