Memories
In my little red pajamas, my mother held me and stroked my hair.
As she sang to me sweetly and rocked me in her chair.
A memory created for a lifetime.
In our matching green dresses, off to church we went.
Those green dresses she made with her hands were worth
way more than any money spent.
A memory created for a lifetime.
In my white wedding gown, my mother adjusted my veil
and brushed my hair from my cheeks.
We then took in those last moments before the music began, quietly,
as not to speak.
A memory created for a lifetime.
In my new pink hospital gown, my mother sat next to me and cried.
It was tears of joy for my firstborn who laid at my side.
A memory created for a lifetime.
In her blue pajamas, I held my mother tight. For I knew it
wouldn’t be long till her soul would take flight.
For angels in white would soon come to carry her home.
And with all my memories I would be left alone.
A lifetime of memories left with me. Beginning with being held
and rocked in my little red pajamas at the age of the three.
Now her mother rocks her in heaven, you see.
And when my life on earth is over, and I join my mother again..
Dressed in robes of white, we shall both be,
As my mother once again rocks me.
Not a memory, but ETERNITY.
Karen Mcclane 2005
In loving memory of my mother, Lola Inez Lindsey 1943-2005
