The graceful flowing of her night gown as she walked slowly throughout the house Her hair I would play with when I was a young boy Somehow, she is gone
I was there when she stood up in church praising a god who may or may not exist like a religiously fanatic zealot But she was not a fanatic She was full of love and passion
The one woman that got me through my childhood with her kind advice and her wise words A sage that I seek now in desperate times. All I can do is wait..and hope to see you again in the beyond