A Poem For Dorothy

"you were my mother, and still are
no matter how near, no matter how far"

sixteen years have come and past
to the date I’ve seen you last
days and days and days gone by
to me it’s been the blink of an eye
I remember the stretcher
and the audience
and the wake
you were so young and always self-giving
a righteous woman, always forgiving
I cried and cried and cried for you
sixteen years later I still do
I remember the good times
and the cookies
and the smile
days when overwhelmed with despair
how much better they’d be if you were there
though miles and miles and miles apart
your love remains deep in my heart
I remember the perfume
and the hugs
and the pain
you were my mother, and still are
no matter how near, no matter how far
years and years and years go by
we’ll embrace again, the day I die
I remember the roses
and the lilacs
but most of all, mother, I remember you

The End

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