Maman

Maman, it’s been 19 years and I no longer remember your face I’ve managed well, but the emptiness cannot be replaced I’ve filled my life with adventure, excitement, and such After all, you said good things can never come too much The years have gone by and I’ve accomplished a few things I’ve graduated, travelled, and still play my strings But every year, around this time of year I pause and think About that emptiness that disappears when I blink Maman, where would you be if you could still be? Would you be in Paris, or perhaps Zurich, or perhaps with me? Maman, what would you do if you could still do? Would you still want your gardens and still love the color blue? Or was it the color pink? I’m sorry I don’t remember anymore Your ghost is long gone but your shadows linger past my door Maman, did you ever wonder what would become of me? Would I ever get over my shyness and set myself free? We never had our time, our place, or wherewithal to ask And now the time and the place is 19 years long past Maman, time progresses on but some things cannot be erased Although I do wish I could remember your beautiful face