Spring showers are awakening earth's dormant life today
but the raindrops on my window pane
roll down streams of tears for me.
It's raining outside mama, and I can't see you
but I BELIEVE
I WILL see you again.
Your great beauty did not reflect back from a looking
nor does it hang from a delicate memory
but rather it REMAINS
in the simplicity and strength of your
I still have the little plastic dolly you dressed up
and gave to me
the morning you died.
For 29 years, you taught me how to live
and in one last courageous breath
you taught me how to die.
I WILL see you again, Mama.
Your little girl who believes,
Plastic Doll - Anita (teeeheee!)