by Rosalie Herrick
The day mother would go away was a heavy day
I felt a weight hanging around my neck
The world was moving in slow motion but with
lots of commotion Time stopped
The sounds around me disappeared but brought fear
It was like my mind was floating my mind no longer mine
The anger brewed inside of me Like a hot cup of coffee
Because of her death and her life
That night Paul Came to me singing someone’s knocking at
The door ringing the bell please let them
In I knew she had arrived at her destination
The party began she took her love of music
and made her grand entrance dancing to and fro
