Mother's Empty Room

Small room with one door Pale green carpet lines the floor Two windows, shades and curtains Pink roses scattered uncertain Paneled walls remember Our Moms love this December Figurines rest on dresser tops Some gifts, others from local shops Flower petals that hold no scent Potpourri in baskets, its fragrance spent Jewelry in boxes free from dust Treasures left to us in trust As we walk in her room Memories flood, it’s too soon Our hearts rhythm the song Her being gone seems so wrong As memories waltz in our veins Longing for her voice, still, in vain Pictures now our fingers trace With each touch, her remembered grace Eyes, once blind, can now see Pain and sorrow gone, her soul set free Her voice, now strong, rings in heaven above Carried through the air on wings of the doves To all this and more, we longingly cling How we’d love once more, to hear Momma sing By: Debra Squyres 12-3-2010 NOTE: Though I searched in vain for the first draft of this first poem I was unable to find it. It was much longer and filled with cliches.... This is the poem I spoke of in my "Poetry on My Poetry" poem. Of course it is cleaned up a good bit now and I've actually changed the title to "Room of Memories"