I spoke her name a million times
She has known me longer then anyone
Pink is still her choice of color
She wears many shades
When I was young we laughed so good together
When she was young I was younger
She wore lipstick then I still think she is beautiful
I don't believe she see's the lady I see
If she did I know our life would be different
She doesn't speak as much as she once could
So I talk the most I hope she hears me
She must remember her children so
I must go before a winter shade of pale sets in
I must go in her favorite shade of pink
I must go there and speak her name
Mother...it is me.

Sonja Kuehnle