I still can't remember the date.
I still get chills thinking about it.
I still remember Dad's call.

She held us all together
with her giggle and smile.
Made you want to stay
for awhile.

The times she made frosted winter scenes on the mirrors,
brought the turtle home,
played Rag-Time Jazz on the piano,
and covered the stairs with Holiday Cards.

She had a record player
and bought us one.
We played Alvin with the Chipmunks, and Sound of Music
until the records broke.
Then she went on to Chicken Fat dance,
with Auntie in mini-skirts and big-boots.

Four grown children later,
Mom went home to the mountains
where they both grew up in.
Becoming a part of the scenery
in beautiful Tennessee.

Miss you Mom.

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