MAMA

Mama, when you stared, what did you see?
You relied on memories of images in your mind’s eye;
Colourful flashbacks, pretty visions, did you see me?
From up high there, can you tell? Did your mind's eye lie?

And I styled your hair mama, did you know?
When I stared at you sleeping, did my heart show?
And I polished your nails
Did I paint the colours of your heart’s desires?
Did I get it right? Did you know from your soul's sight?

If I could traverse backwards in time to way back then
I would ask, I would listen, I would learn, I would?
I would sit by your side, be older and wiser, I would?
For today, your thoughts, your words, I yearn.

My father's lips are exactly like yours in physical
Mama, this is all I have left; the rest is mythical
A picture in my mind – perhaps flash backs of the past
These will have to live in my heart forever.

Mama, I wish not to stir your eternal slumber
Just to try and let my father’s mother know that I am
Now older and can remember
That I cherish her memory, the mental picture
Is precious and will never leave nor cease to be or crease
Mama, today hear my heart cry out while you rest in peace.

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