Good-Bye
In a tiny green house, through the door she appeared
With a new little brother holding so dear
In the house down the street, walls not nearly complete
Off the front porch into the snow with bare feet
Of walking the trail near garden and wood
We passed to a lane where the Ben Franklin stood
To Papa's Coney Island, behind an apron she served
Hopeful of coins for the carnival we yearned
Off to the neighbors, we all filed with dread
We knew she would gab until the full moon was dead
Trapped on a sofa, no rescue in sight
We started to sing to highlight our plight
"I wanna go home," the words rang out clear
Finally relenting we would all disappear
Of warm summer days, in a yard out back
Where purple violets in a small cup we did stack
Of towels warmed on the furnace each day
Wrapped our small feet to get us back in the fray
Lightning shows, through the big window watched we in awe
Arrayed across the old sofa, past our bedtime we saw
Parading from our room, we entertain
Our antics your delight did sustain
Together we grew, then went our own way
Returning to find very little did change
It's hard to remember those years in between
Now here we stand, our memories so keen
Of warm summer days and a cold winters blow
Where mom's loving touch is what we all know
Good-bye Ma
I found out last yesterday that my mother will be passing very soon. I wrote
this to read at her funeral.
Copyright © Steve Harris | Year Posted 2014
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