Mamas Gone

No more echoes down long hallways
No more sliding down the balustrade

Gone the smell of frying bacon
Gone the welcome lap I perched on

She took with her her wise  green eyes
adapted to discern my cunning lies

She took with her arms open wide
a loving place to be held and cry

She left behind memories to share,
her lilac scent lingers in the air

Her scent will soon  surely fade
I will retain our memories made

Mama’s gone to meet her Glory
to begin another perfect story


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