Remembering Mama

I don’t remember the first time
I saw my mother’s laughing brown eyes
I only know they always
Shone so brightly upon me.
Mama and I weren’t soul mates
Yet we had our moments
Of true and complete bliss.
She and I enjoying what life brang
How clearly her laughter rang.
Then all too soon
Came the moment before us
A last intense look
A squeeze of the hand
And she was gone from my life
So swiftly
Leaving behind only memories.
And yet, oh, how I wish
I could have been
Much truer, much dearer
To my most trusted friend
Mama your heaven’s brightest star
I always see from afar.