When Mama Died
There I stood in the center of a room
by Anna D. Kamas
Trying to understand what was going on
Were those tears streaming down my sisters' cheeks?
Why did my father look so all alone?
There were whispers I tried so hard to hear
Then suddenly I was hurried off to bed
It seemed ages since mama tucked me in
Was I not suppose to learn that she was dead?
How hollow were so many years to follow.