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Melancholy Jazz
by Michael Tillery
I miss you Mom
A hug, a smile, a chuckle, goodness...any advice
Damn Mom, anything with you here with us would be so, so nice
Your spirit forever resonates deep primitive in my melancholy soul
Wish you were here for my children and niece to hold
Why did you do it Mom!
We would have taken care of you when you became old"Why have you forsaken me"
Almost to the tune of hating thee
Frustrated emptiness and orphan like amiss
I would be remiss not to tell the world all of thisEmpathy, sympathy
Please people, none of these for me
Embracing thoughts and love for your Mom is alright with meDo not take ever take your Mother for granted
If you sincerely want a life of love and happiness enchantedMiss your Mom!
Yeah, it's been so hard without the lovely searching grace of your most beautiful face
Gina and I have had to do it alone
If it wasn't for either of us, I just don't know
There was no path for you to adult age us showPulling my hat down in the snow as I baby boy cried
Flintstone hickey bumping my head running through the house as I smelled the Mom chicken you fried
Christmas and Thanksgiving smiles that made Gina and I too...smile wide
Leaving your house and seeing you wave
Until your beautiful image resembled people
Being rain window viewed, high in the sky, reminiscing from a planeI miss you Mom
Hard to get over the sadness
Every day is the same
Whenever I think or hear your name
Tear drops become Salt seas
And dreams of The Son of Melancholy JazzA friend's March 12 born kept me from March 14 similar scorn
Yeah, the world became blurry
Growing up in a hurry
Became a flurry of thoughts scurriedTillery children are here exclusively because of your wisdom
"What Dreams May Come" and "what ifs" are cognizant as your grand kids liveThey all have your eyes
Eyes that sky spirit wide making my tired soul cry
Talented JRT they are three
Thanks for the confidence you instilled in meTheir lives futuristic develop the memories that take me '69 Chevy Nova and Philly outskirts back
This life and societal flaws Mom I guarantee you, I will attack!Your heart, your smile, your flaws, your love
Lord, I'm so envious that she is with happily with You above
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Michael Tillery
www.michaeltillery.com almost live, but not quite ;)
302-588-5010