Dear Mama

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mama
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 repeated 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 excitement into my life
as a historian of the past
I am the keeper of memories.

Mama, you were right.

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