Saying Goodbye To Mama - Poem by Mary Naylor
Mama in her casket
was still young and beautiful -
almost one hundred years young.
A crucifix was propped upon the lid.
Christ and I gazed down at mama.
They asked me to say a few words,
but no words came, only memories.
Her world had been a family of six.
I remembered mama scrubbing
the floor on her hands and knees,
while I copied her with a toothbrush
and chalkdust. I could hear her
telling me stories and singing
me songs, then urging me to eat
my oatmeal or take my codliver oil.
I could see her feeding the little
canary Daddy had rescued in the rain.
It was happy in its cage,
as Mama was in her nest.
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