The first word uttered out of frightening, emotional expression is Ma,
Perhaps, Ma, not Pa or any other words…
Your silence, I wonder what could be,
To this day I ponder the meaning of Ma for those who have missed their Ma,
It’s a couple of years now that I miss my Ma who hears me clear and still she does even now…though separated by seas and mountains.
A scary…as my daughter says…whom you did not see her,
The name I gave Anna Jarvis (The Founder of Mother’s Day),
She too(my daughter) was to be separated from her Ma,
As her Ma was in a coma in her delivery,
She survived a second death after a seizure one early morning, I miss you Ma on your day separated by seas and mountains.
Can a call dial be picked up?
From that heavenly shore, I am told that’s your abode,
My daughter cries for you as unknown,
For you no longer saw her,
But I am determined that the universal call of Ma reminds you of your day echoing in eternity!