Mama

Mama died this morning at 2 AM. She was in the hospital since Saturday the 31’st.

She was 78 years old and ready to rest.

She out-lived two husbands, a son and a great-grandson.

About a month ago she told me one of her earliest memories was standing at the back door of the house looking out and seeing her daddy and uncle building a wooden box. Grandaddy came in and she asked him why was  he building the box. He told her it was what he was going to bury her mama in. A few years later she told that story around some other people and they didn’t believe her. Grandaddy spoke up and said, she was telling it exactly right, that is what happened. It’s sad to me that one of her earliest memories was of death. Then only 24 years later she looses her first husband to suicide. Later her oldest son dies, then a great grandchild followed by her second husband of 46 years.

Rest now Mama… I love you.

NOTE: @k Denotes that the poetry/prose is a "Country Loner" original.