I sit back, 'neath the shade trees,
My feet up, sipping oolong teas.
My mother's face, so readily I see.
Her tears I spill; spill them quietly.
Her warm embrace when I was a child
Kept Me safe from all things wild.
Her gentle kiss on My forehead each night
Made all things settled; made all things right.
Her gentle instructions in the ways of life,
Her loving attendance throughout the night,
Her willingness to lay in the floor to play,
All make Me miss her all the more, today.
I'll not speak of what took her away.
The horrible processes she endured, I'll not say.
I've not always been able to speak My heart's Truth,
But Mama, I love you. I miss you. I do.
