MAMA'S SHOES

MAMA’S SHOES I’d like to wear your Mama’s shoes, slip them on for a while. Be a Mama figure that might ease your pain … make you smile. Her shoes would be hard to fill. She’s been so giving, so kind. I’d just try to shuffle around, take troubles … off your mind. Like to be her ears that listen, when need someone to hear. To be her strong arms holding you, while hearing … every fear. Like to be her lips that whisper, scriptures that calm your heart. Giving consolation and hope, leaving strength … when we’d part. But you know, I can’t fill her shoes, no one can take her place. Just know dear friend, I’m here for you, till you can see … her face. Nov. 27, 2021