I wrote a poem a few years back.
When Mama was alive and drove a Cadillac.
On New Year’s Eve, alone I was.
I drank some wine until I buzzed.
It was 1980, and I did not know,
what the very near future would hold.
Mama died! My God she’s gone!
I don’t see how I am suppose to go on!
In ‘81 I went back home.
To the town where I was born.
My life went wild, it was a joke.
I had to stop before I croaked.
In ‘85 I met a man.
Thank you God I am happy again.
We had a child! Yes it was time.!
Now my life was nursery rhymes.