| Mama's Gone |
| Mama's gone and there will be |
| No more chicken, fried like she; |
| No more angel cakes so high, |
| No more special apple pie. |
| Mama's gone. |
| Mama's gone, past those days |
| Of loving children as they play; |
| No more tiny tea parties, |
| No more games down on her knees. |
| Mama's gone. |
| Mama's gone, now, no touching of the keys |
| Bringing forth sweet melodies; |
| No more books and stories - toys! |
| No more delightful "too much noise!" - |
| Mama's gone. |
| Mama's gone, no one to see |
| Or be thrilled by my degree; |
| No more timid, boastful, tone, |
| No one claiming, "she's my own!" |
| Mama's gone. |
| Mama's gone, her memory, |
| Bright with life, could never be |
| Passive, sad; but full of glee, |
| Loving life and setting free. |
| But, Mama's gone. |
| Mama's gone, oh, but I |
| Will meet her, one day, in the sky. |
| I'll drop my head, bend my knee, and |
| Wait to see if Mama, still, |
| Is proud of me. |
| © 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner |
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