In memory of my loving mother
December 2002
By Alyssa Meservy
Twas the week before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a decoration was up
Not even the mouse
No stocking was hung
By the chimney with care
Only hopes that my mother
Would only be there
Visions of our mother
Danced in our heads
Even though we were all
Asleep in our beds
Our mom was only memories
It was such a shame
But sometimes it seemed
It was only a game
I was awake crying
From all of my trials
I was just having
A few denials
My niece was laughing
‘Cause she didn’t know
About my dear mother
Or if it would snow
Sometimes we still hear
Her playing the guitar
Even though where she is
Is just so far
But all of us know
That my mother is near
So we can remember her
And never fear