MOM
Her chair sits in the corner
With the imprint of her head.
Her closet now is empty
Beside her waiting bed.
An afghan draped across the couch,
Her crafts beside the chair.
The yard swing swaying in the breeze
Like it did when she sat there.
Her place mat on the table,
Her birthday so very sad.
No gifts to buy at Christmas,
Only loneliness for Dad.
The house is vey quiet,
Her Bible gathers dust.
The memories so heartfelt
But go on with life we must.
I look back in memories
To a loving happy place.
I long to hear her voice again,
Feel her kiss upon my face.
Constant tears have no place in life
Each of us must now move on,
To touch HER only in our thoughts
Because our Mom is gone.
In loving memory of my Mom,
Marie L. Fisk
2/14/1912 - 8/30/1999
87 short years.
by Lila Ashby 2-14-2000
