Mama, your body is in so much pain
but please stay with me until spring
I see it on your face, it's not hard to tell
even I can see you're losing your will
.

Spring is when unimagined beauties become realities

From the sights and sounds the season brings.

The only signs that winter’s been here

Is what you call a morning chill in the air.

A barefoot stroll down a country lane

Toes making music in the sand again

Listening to the robins in tall trees

With the buds of leaves turning green
Waters that flows in creek beds again

Once that had been just a frozen stream.

Walk dirt roads made of sandy clay

Watch animals grazing on winter’s hay

Fields that‘s prepped can only mean,

Time to plant crops of corn and butterbeans

Smell of honeysuckles always in the air

Azaleas and daffodils budding everywhere.

Something inside me seem to come alive

Spirits soars I seem to thrive at the coming signs.
Mama if you must die so shall it be,

To do it in spring would be a gift to me.

Each time of the year when spring is here,

Though there’ll be no reasons to cheer.

I'll always remember it was in the spring

When my mama left me here.