Mama
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Mama was what we called him Because Masseur always seemed to harsh Too far away a relation For such a man who always kept us so close to his heart As our generation grew to up prominence And demanded our due space He shucked responsibilities well and gracefully let go of center stage
He turned his eyes to making life And made a space filled with love Created harmony and beauty Joy and accord and a world that delighted To all who came abound Each day, each hour, Each time we got to spend a few minutes On his terrace, Or in his bar, Or just a few moments of company, As the sun set and we had a single malt Or a whiskey That we had never before heard of Or even before known existed.
Today let us unite in grief For those who never knew him And for those whose knowing was too short But celebrate the days we knew him And celebrate the steps we took together You’ve gone into that gentle night, Sweet mama, sweet father, sweet husband, sweet friend. God keep you till we walk together again.