On a hillside in the Ozarks, under skies much like ours here –
Lies a lovely dark haired lady – she is one I love so dear,
How my heart does ache with longing – just to touch her auburn hair.
Just to hear her joyful laughter – as once it filled the air.
How her eyes could speak a language – for all the world to see and know.
They reflected all emotions of the one I loved so.
God granted us such happiness throughout the years we had –
I do not feel she’s gone forever – though my heart is very sad.
I must feel that just as long ago – when she held me near her heart.
And fed and loved and cared for me – and gave my life its start –
That somewhere in the great beyond – she somehow knows and shares –
Just how my heart is broken and the depth of all my cares.
We shared so much together – everyday of ever year –
And oh! How much I miss her! My precious mother dear.

Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

Copyright Roy Richard