Mama
Just a short trip it seems to the end of my rope,
eyes wide frantic and pleading toward some way to cope
My most lovely and generous of friends have I lost,
Not to vanity, greed glutonous frenzy or OZ...
My dear mother I miss you some trouble fear
that no longer can giggles shared rise (up) and cheer
Still not one single dark knight as the day turns to dusk,
I look tear-filled childs eyes up,
'stillin you Mom I trust'
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