My dearest mother, loveliest of all,
More dear than uncles, standing strong and tall.
Though Jimmy's path, a meeting I must greet,
Do not, my mother, let your heart retreat.
Do not, my mother, let your sorrow fall,
Don't say I'm gone, though distance may enthrall.
I'm close, though far, my spirit to you clings,
Re-make the world, the joy that memory brings.
Though paths diverge, and wounds may leave their scar,
My bandage heart, I'll never be too far.
When we played games, the blue, so pure and bright,
The yellow, bold, dispelling all the night,
Do not, my mother, let your spirit cease.
Your arms, the pillow where I used to rest,
I slept upon them, cradled and caressed.
The moon's aunt's tales, you'd softly then impart,
My daily journey, whispered to my heart.
Your gentle slap, your kiss, a tender art,
This night will come again, though we're apart.
Do not, my mother, let your spirit cease.
Do not, my mother, let your spirit cease.
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