THAT PLACE:

Mama, won´t you please come back to the present tense,

From that place you insist on going to, without any sense,

On a flurry of gabbled odd words, off you go on a tandem,

Gabbing to no one at all, at a racy & abandoned random.

Seeking that place for your thoughts, deep & so well hidden,

Making promises to your God, in prayers felt & well bidden,

Searching for the echoing laughter, now so well & truly lost,

And the errant smiles of your sons, upon your heart embossed.

Roaming & wending, through your long ago winding lost mind,

Looking for your old memories, gone & now lost in passing time,

To that place where you were a child, in a warm & loving home,

To that man you once loved & the children you called your own.

Mama, will you please come back, to where you´re loved so much,

Come back to the kiss, kind words & your cheek so gently touched,

To where your hand´s caressed & held closely, warm & softly tight,

Please come back to now, from the dark place that you´re in tonight.