Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember the day I was born
late in December when winter
takes away the warm
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember when I was in my teens
with long curly hair
and bell bottom jeans
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember
Momma it wasn't long ago
you where working in your yard
planting fresh flowers
you use to work so hard
now you can't make your flowers grow
OH no Oh no
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember the day I was wed
let no man put asunder
is what the preacher said
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember my one and only son
born one day after your birthday
that's when his life begun
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember, Me?
I wrote this about a year before my Mom died of Alzheimer's
wondering I guess what might jog her memory when she forgot me
thinking if I reminded her of important things in my life that are considered mile stones of my life.
My Mom passed in July 2011 not knowing me.
© 2012 Marcus Goodman
poem by Marcus Goodman
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