Mother's Tortillas
We used to sit together
as a family always should
At one big worn down table
Laughing until the moon had risen
We used to sit together
And eat Mother's home made meals
Making tortillas the size of the moon
Talking about anything and everything
It was like we knew our time was fading
We used to sit together
Telling the stories of far off lands
until the sun gave way to night
Then Mother would stand and cook
Singing like an angel as she swayed
Mother's old songs repeating like clockwork
We were on top of the world
We used to sit together
Until Mother could no longer sing
And slowly we fell down from our throne
Her old hands couldn't make those edible moons
She couldn't wait for the stars to shine anymore
Our laughter no longer as true as before
We knew that our time was coming to an end
And soon we wouldn't sit together as a family should
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Time passes, memories should be made, remembered and cherished.
