Mama?

 How long have you been gone mama?

How long have you now been dead?

Why is it that your last words, mama

Still burn like madness within my head?

Therefore, I ask you again mama

 how long has it truly been?

A hundred weeks, a thousand months,

or a million years?

Can't you see…I recall no more that day

 as I have in perpetual sadness lost my way.

For lost now are you in the memories of another time,

Buried deep within the recesses of my mind.

Unable now am I, to recount the actual years

For I can see nothing

Through the roaring flood of my tears.

You know mama, I spoke to you again tonight

And as always, you answered me not,

As I stood naked before you beneath the waning moons light.

So how long mama, will it be

Before I can lay to rest this memory?

How long mama

before your face I once more…see?

Mama?

J. Allen Wilson © 2005

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