Momma

I saw my mother struggle
with the tears that filled her eyes
Knowing nothing I could say
Would stem that salty tide

I saw her sister leave her
White hot anger in her heart
To this day they haven't spoken
For their souls are torn apart

I saw my mother fumble
With the words she'd like to say
She shook with deep emotion
And I died a bit that day

I saw her plan her funeral
Pick the hymns that should be sung
And even though she planned to die
She was not yet fifty-one

- Obscure
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