Sunday, March 30, 2014
well, she's gone to meet her maker....
on the anniversary of my mother's death I want to remember,
...she loved sunny skies and rainbows,
shopping for trinkets,
and reading a great mystery.
she was funny and fiery,
and a very complicated soul
and the wonderful fresh bounty that
the summer's market would bring
her beautiful grandbabies. she would have given anything
to see them grown with families of their own
gone to save her soul.
and it's way past my bedtime,
well past my bedtime,
"Angel my angel fly over me angel."
Yes, I believed in you, I believe in you...but where did you go, dear mommy, where did you go?