...jeffery, my dear friend...up to stanza four i had no idea it was about your mother...and that doesn't subtract from the poems lovely, melodic albeit tragic direction...yet, writing-talking-singing about things such as the death of a loved one is fulfulling and releasing at the same time...now, to the preaching: my dear friend you will soon (a date to be decided by you) will cry the last cry, tally the last tear and otherwise embrace the ephemery which is where she now resides...that and in everyone's memory who knew her...but for real, time has a healing to it as it marches onward annnnd that's to include you my pal...dig it!, a book by Kathryn Kubler-Ross titled: Grief and Grieving, is about her up-coming death...so here's a woman who wrote volumes on grief (and death being the most main thing grieved about)...find it and you will have found a friend [in print] who's felt every emotion any of us has ever felt annnd she speaks to it honestly...greiving is done by you annnnd [are you ready?] FOR YOU...daggum your mama's already gone and in a lovely place annnnd dang-it she's left you et al. here alone/without her...lovely poem, jeff...lovely...peace, chaz

The last staza made me cry. I have similar memories. We went to AC almost every year. It just seems like a bad dream that I will live the rest of my life motherless. You made me feel less alone- Thank you!