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for Linda Joyce Smith (BKA Mama) |
IMAGES OF MAMA Images of Mama From childhood daze Wrap me in the warmth Of memories set ablaze She played jazz in the mornings And sang HOT Over the stove Her voice seasoned with That heartbreak that only Mama knows But them notes smelled good Dipped in sunrise-- Browned-just-right & the rhythm of her blues Calmed us every night Images of Mama's Tears beneath life's fists My soul held the bruises Her heart felt The HITS Still she sang & painted through the daytime Then prayed to God for Light She poured poetry over supper Then my mama cried into the night Images of Mama Growing sweeter still My veins hum with a sadness That makes my blood chill She laughed when the sun rose But wasn't nothin funny Cause they never gave her love & she wouldn't beg for money But ole B.B. blew Through crispy morning air & Smokey cruised with us Without a single care... Yeah...yeah...yeah Images of Mama Feed and help me see This life...this love... The "music" burns Images of me I now laugh at the sunrise & again Not all for "joy" I try to cook-up sustenance Shine Light into this void But jazz still smells gooood Come God's morning light & there's a touch of rhythm To my own blues In the night |