In Memory of MAMA: On What Should Have Been Your 81st Birthday!

FOR MAMA!

Stop all the clocks

The Maker has come

To reclaim the life

Of someone I love

Mute every sound

Forget what is vain

Let hum only church bells

To tell of my pain

Don’t wear suits of black

Don’t tell me you cared

Simply show me your sorrow

So bad feelings are spared

Life isn’t a gift

Just a word to the wise

It is merely a loan

Of our certain demise

I live in your honor

As I deal with the strife

I will remember you always

Precious love of my life

This song always reminds me of you, Mama: