
Mama, you told me I
could make friends everywhere
well – you were wrong.
You can’t understand . . .
because you’re a soul
with many friends.
Mama, you influenced
me, never hesitated to
guide me, to see my path
but you never
clenched a white cane -
People turn away,
even my smile scares
them – heads turn
see, things have
changed since you
became a spirit -
Mama, you taught me
to reach out, do everything -
never reason with silence
only if silence made me
think – see solitude, embraced
quiet – peaceful days.
to be creative – remember
dreams we shared –
life of a fortune teller, we both
could see – before you
were a spirit – oh, you
had laughter in your
heart, a story in your
bones – secrets no one
understood as you shared
a gift – those who believed
kept dropping by our porch -
Mama, once more as I sat
alone, you repeatede I
could make friends any place -
you told me to wait.
no one knew about a web -
Mama – stop. Stop
telling me today, you
know I believe – we have
understood, you are like
a stanza filled with character
even if I know you are here
but gone - we understand
your guidance
shall never leave – your
clues, left to tell us – your
words from a stranger’s lips
inspiration will never disappear.
The cane is gone – heads
no longer turn away -
progress they say – and
all the people in the world
drive excitment into my life
as a historian of the past
I am the keeper of memories.
Mama you were right -

