A scene from my childhood offered in memory of Patricia Lance, my mother, who passed away on 23 November 1998

Transcendental Sonnet #1119:
My Mother Took Me to the Mausoleum

a scene from my childhood

Instead of taking me to the museum
My mother took me to the mausoleum
Where the dead of the past lined the marble walls
And our Sunday church shoes echoed down the halls
Scaring me but bearing me into her mind
She had loved them and would not leave them behind

She held my hand she talked and thus was begun
The resurrection of the dead one by one
She wanted me to know them all as she had
Funny stories made me laugh no longer sad

For they had been as we were then full of life
Brother sister father mother husband wife
She taught me that our loved ones never really die
But leave behind their lives to be remembered by



+Steven Curtis Lance

NON MORIAR SED VIVAM

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