All things are right with Mama awake
The whole house is straightened, and fresh bread is baked
No dirty laundry askew on the floor
A bright smile to greet every knock at the door
She points out the beauty in sunsets and flowers
She loves sitting and sewing for hours and hours
The things she creates are true works of art
Each lovingly made, a gift from her heart
She holds me so tightly when things all go wrong
Makes everything right with her smile and a song
She patiently cleans up the messes I make
Helps me pick up the pieces of thing that I break
She quietly checks on me through the night
When I'm not aware, or I wake with a fright
She hastily dries all my tears when I'm sad
With her laugh she assures me that things aren't so bad
Funny how Mama can make things look brighter
I just creep into the room and sit down beside her
Then taking my hand she gives it a squeeze
And the monsters and fears all go out with the breeze
But now Mama sleeps and I cannot awake her
She earned her rest and now ever after
I'm all on my own, I must not make a mess
Whatever I do I must do my best.
So, I'll remember her touch, and her words, and her smile
For I know I won't see her again for a while
But I must not sit, grieve, languish, and weep
I must get busy and work while my Mama sleeps
by Yvonne Golden
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