Mama

As I sit here surrounded by all of her material things, a faint scent of her cigarettes lingers in the air,
Like a nightmare;
Seems so unreal and far away, I called her yesterday, just to hear her voice on the machine,
I waited for her to answer, the one time I decided to call, the reality hit, and I stood tall.
One day she will answer, I just know that she will, this can't be happening, I know that its not real.
Refusing to believe, helps keep the pain away, I'll just keep calling, everyday.
If I just pretend it's not real, maybe then my heart can heal, from the things I wanted to say, but was to proud to speak, If I would have broken down it would have made me weak.
I learned that from her, a strong lady was she, always stand your ground, and never let it be.
I wonder what she's doing, looking down here on us, as we all pull together and theres not even a fuss,
I know my Daddys holding her, dancing to Charlie Rich, he's sweeping her off her feet again, with a never ending switch,
I hope they dance forever, and she never again feels pain, I know that she is beautiful, floating on clouds of rain.
Peace be with you Mama, as you have finally found your love, don't worry about us we will be fine, you just hold it down, up above.