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She Moved Upstairs

our angel who sleeps so peacefully there the foundation that supports all our lives no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs hands that can play Amazing Grace with flair a melody that will lift and suprise our angel who sleeps so peacefully there she bakes her cakes with a dollop of air not to mention those sweet potato pies no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs there is this look, I guess you could say stare she will give when dissecting truth from lies our angel who sleeps so peacefully there take nothing from her, but ask and she'll share faith in God rests behind Midwestern eyes no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs her framed picture holds a lock of brown hair and seems to speak to us her words so wise our angel who sleeps so peacefully there no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs

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Tonye George

Date: 3/24/2024 8:55:00 PM

Lovely tribute Ricky. I loved the "she moved upstairs." She lives forever.

Ricky Muse
Date: 4/22/2024 8:57:00 PM

Thanks Tonye. Not a day goes by that I do not think of her. Thanks again...............peace!

Kelly Deschler

Date: 1/17/2024 7:37:00 PM

A unique and beautiful tribute to your Momma... I can relate so well to this... Really good work, Ricky :)

Ricky Muse
Date: 1/28/2024 7:22:00 PM

Thank you Kelly. I carry my mother with me wherever I go. Thanks again...................peace!

I Am Anaya

Date: 12/7/2023 8:40:00 AM

Touching and warm, Ricky. The fourth stanza shows she's no-nonsense woman. I can smell her sweet potato pie! A tribute filled with love for her, may she rip. I love the title too. Peace, my friend. I Am Anaya

Ricky Muse
Date: 12/7/2023 1:18:00 PM

Thank you my friend. I love my mother dearly. Happy Holidays........................peace!

The Situation

Date: 9/4/2023 9:55:00 AM

I looked again and I noticed I read it before. this time remembering church members. Sally our organ player. Vonzie who made the pound cake. The hands on women who satisfied the sences. Not just the ears and the mouth but also the eyes and the nose. there are lots of womem upstairs waiting.

Ricky Muse
Date: 11/17/2023 12:54:00 AM

My friend all I try to do when I write poems is to trigger emotion, stimulate thought, and showcase a command of craft. Thanks for stopping by.................peace!

The Situation

Date: 8/27/2023 2:10:00 PM

I loved this. The midwest, Played music. I'm totally related.

Ricky Muse
Date: 8/27/2023 4:25:00 PM

Thank you my friend. My mom was a neat lady.