Katrafina 007©

Come here sweet momma

And listen up real close;

Time, has navigated us this far,

by some unsummoned familial ghost,

safely along a trance dance sing-a-long.

Come along sweet momma

Regale tales and instances of lost youth,

Captured, in a quartet of the rebel and uncouth.

I hear your voice sweet momma

in this capsule where time is estranged,

Its contents a baron harvest of junk,

our memoirs padlocked in a chamber,

recalling chapters and verses

coloured in the names of strangers.

So sing along sweet momma

They are all gems amidst the marketplace to me,

Compartmentalised and salvaged

so delicately,

Forgotten not;

Remain angelically.