O Mama

O Mama, do you have company up there? Your mommy, your sweet daddy, do you ever see them? The sun no longer has the same courtesy here, He no longer says hello, no, or even thank you. I have mom, a tiny little regret every day, You read so much; you drank so much coffee, To escape sticky clocks, busy nurses, You marveled at your fourteen grandchildren, You worried about everyone, every second, This morning, my little straw secret, it is, For you to see the world in warm colors, Sometimes I should have bought you a hot chocolate, Alone, He would have made you think of other things, Think to Uganda, to learned women, or to flowers. PS : my mamma passed away a 23th of April