In memory of my loving mother

by Alyssa Meservy Stringham

Twas the week before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a decoration was up
Not even the mouse

No stocking was hung
By the chimney with care
Only hopes that my mother
Would only be there

Visions of our mother
Danced in our heads
Even though we were all
Asleep in our beds

Our mom was only memories
It was such a shame
But sometimes it seemed
It was only a game

I was awake crying
From all of my trials
I was just having
A few denials

My niece was laughing
‘Cause she didn’t know
About my dear mother
Or if it would snow

Sometimes we still hear
Her playing the guitar
Even though where she is
Is just so far

But all of us know
That my mother is near
So we can remember her
And never fear