As I sit at my desk
Mom is on the phone
It is just a picture
In her youth
in San Francisco
She won the Elizabeth Taylor lookalike
But I am not alone
She smiles as she dials
Pencil and paper
Land phone
But I know
The picture taken long ago
And two weeks before she died
She hid her battle with Cancer
No amount of pain was shown
"Your Mother has two weeks to live!"
And the tears that I cried
For that two weeks she was never alone
Still the memories her voice soft and slow
Son live by the ten commandments
This has been my goal
Not for worldly gains nor things of show
Today more than ever
For times I am not so clever
That I should forget her upbringing
The Angels above are singing
The praises of my lord
Love your neighbor as you love yourself
So I say to you God bless you
In Mom's words I pray
Life goes on for the living
Have a nice day!