| Mama's Jewelry Box Copyright Alice E. Steimle - 2000 |
| When Mama passed away that day I had a heavy heart I didn't know what to do as we're now apart I prayed she wasn't alone that day when she made her way To see the gates of Heaven open wide on her most precious day There were many trips I had to make, one being to her home Her familiar smell of perfume no more left me alone Clothes to go thru and checking pockets came to mind A dime, candy, or used tissues that she had left behind A bed that she had once slept in, a pillow for her head I couldn't bare the thought that she was gone instead Dusting powder on dresser, and stockings just been worn Little things she left behind had me crying and very torn |
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| Then I came upon her beat up old jewelry case That left a mark on her dresser where she had made a place Inside were all her treasures from loved ones so dear I could almost feel her holding me and she was very near A cameo I gave her a long time ago I held it in my hand as the tears began to flow There deep within was her only string of pearls That she had left behind for her darling little girls Then there was the emerald ring Papa gave her long ago The diamond ring was still intact as though it were to show The world that she loved so well; thinking of others She was the very best we had... a treasure of all Mothers |
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| In loving memory of Mama. I know she's watching over me. Ruth H. Smith Nov. 4, 1912 - Dec. 14, 1996 |
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