Mama was a singer a good one too.
She was a beauty a small redhead with an evil temper.
She always believed she’d be famous someday
and
if times had been different, she may have been,
but it was the fifties
and
well Mama didn’t even drive.
But oh,
She loved Elvis the man the myth the legend and the music.
I can remember Mama swaying to his music,
calling him the,
King  
Daddy gathering her in his arms,
setting her on his knee saying sing to me Bobby.
Her favorite song “Love me Tender”
a song I heard every day until I left home,
Mama humming along.
That’s
how I choose to remember Mama,
standing in the kitchen singing with Elvis.
Mama died young only 39,
She never saw me graduate college
Never meet her grandchildren
I have lots of memories of her
some good some bad.
But
the most constant is her standing at the stove
singing with The King.