Sunday Review: My Memories of Mother's Day

I look back across the years
of memories
that bring joy and tears:
Mama is now in paradise
sitting beside the Tree of Life,
where she is celebrating Mother's Day
with those who proceeded her.

I look back across the years
of memories
that bring joy and tears:
I smile
remembering the things we used to do
on Mother's Day
and then I cry.

I look back across the years
of memories
that bring joy and tears:
I miss Mama so much,
and yet,
I cannot  cry
when I remember her gentle touch
as she wiped the tears
from my eyes
or her melodic voice
singing me to sleep with lullabies.