My Mother...

My Mother a Yellow Rose

My Mother a Pretty Nose

Cigarettes and Lighter in her Pocket

I hide the Ashtrays under the Couch

Her hands are like mine except she has Red Fingernails

I hear her call out for me hollering Cissy, Cissy, Cissssyyyy!

I yell back WHAT!

Spaceship watchers under the stars

On our backs like parked Cars

Singing by the Piano

My Mother bangs on the keys

Only she sounds like her

I heard it on the recording I don't know where

My Mother bittersweet full of life

Spewing Heat

My Mother everybody's Darling

I can't find her in the Crowd

I will always Protect her once I find her

My Mother moving always Moving

Pretty Houses left behind ugly ones still to find

Our bodies we drag along

My Mother a crazy life

I am scared the mirror a portrait of My Mother

Why be afraid it is a compliment little girl

My Mother oh so very sick

Whatever shall I do I can't Protect her

She is Dying I am afraid I will forget her

My Mother's last breathe ragged and long

Early in the morning after a Dream

Momma you're really Gone

Now I am standing on my tip toes on the top of the World

I can't see her where are her Hands

I can't hear her calling me

I don't know life without Her

I will have to live on my own

Written by Dawn, Wellness Educator