Mama

Sometimes the middle of the day

it’s a starry, starry night.

I can’t see the blackbird

fly and need a place to hide away. 

Then I hear you ask me to sing

it’s a beautiful world and I can’t help

but remember the walking days, 

blue skies smiling at me and sunshine 

on my shoulders, we sided by Yoda Moon.  

For you every spring I will trowel and plant 

parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme 

outside my kitchen door. 

And the twinkling chime - goodie, goodie

here comes cookie walking down the avenue - 

is that you Mama? 

It is still a beautiful world.