Where is My Mother Now? by Sybil Shearin

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Where is My Mother Now?
By Sybil Shearin
(Contact: Oneangelntrainin@aol.com)

She came into my room every night,
slippers graced her tiny feet.
Her gown adorned with lace and silk
She kissed me softly on the lips.

She read me love stories about fairies.
Covers were pulled and tucked neatly.
Pillow cases her fingers made just for me.
He hair long and flowing slipped down to see.

Her fragrance lingers even now.
Pictures of her still sit upon the tabletop.
Jewels she wore with her furs and silks
Lie neatly place in her musical jewelry box.

I picture her leaning over me
each and every night, still to this day.
Her fragrance lingers around me everywhere.
Years have passed, where is my mother now?

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