The Day Mama Cried
Another day is almost past;
How fast they go and speed away,
Twilight rolls over sunset’s gold,
Like tidal waves keep beaches at bay.
Memories remembered, no new ones made,
As TV and book on a Lazy Boy left,
Caring children are paying the price,
For Mama’s comfort, though she’s bereft.
Smiling starches and SAS soft shoes
Come to roll her back to her room where
Mama may drowse in tearful query,
“How did this come, so soon, so soon. “
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