In Memory

Papa, Mama, my mentors

You’re gone to your rest

My inner one sinks within me

Whenever it dawns on me

That you’re gone, gone, gone

 

No one makes us laugh

like you do, Papa

No one interjects our tales, Mama

With your type of pointed questions:

“We’re you there”

No one could ask that question

The way you did

 

We haven’t rolled on the floor

with laughter as you both provided

we tried but your sense of humor, each

is not one easy to come by

 

But your legacy lives, Mama

And your legacy is alive, Papa

No, they cannot die

They will not die

For our children remember you firsthand

And so do their friends

You will live in us for generations

Beautiful ones like you will never die