Rhythmic Stories November 23, 2020

Remember November

Mom found out she had cancer in the fall of 91
It seemed like it changed life for everyone

The doctor said she wouldn’t live to see the new year
But the doctor didn’t know my tough mama dear

She just came home from the doctor’s office that day
And that’s where she said she was going to stay

After she and daddy sat and cried for awhile
She looked up at him and said with a half-smile

I guess what I would like to do now
Is get all my children together somehow

If I can make it through just one last meal together
I think I can muster some courage to weather

The storm before me I know I soon will have to face
I think it will help me to see all my children in their place

So we all came together as a family in November
To visit with mama and talk And just remember

All the earlier childhood memories came rushing by
We laughed a little, but mostly we all cried

Daddy held it together and tried his best not to be sad
Because mama was happy that day, so he tried to look glad

Mama made it through the Winter despite what the Doctor said
Even though She was in so much pain and hardly ever got out of bed

Mama died in June of the following year, all we could do was sit and cry
We haven’t all gotten together again since the day mama died

every November when that day rolls around
I pull out the picture of us all sitting there

as if none of us had a single care in the world, we did it for mama I conclude as I stare

even in her final days she never thought of herself
she gave us a Kodak moment to put on a shelf

for that one day in November, life stopped for a moment
its never been the same since my sweet mama went

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