That Long Black Train

Mama called for me

She was riding on that long black train.

She was calling my name--

I recognized her voice from memory.

She’s been gone for years.

I loved her then;

I love her still,

And I always will.

Yes, I will even when I join her on that long black train.

 

 

Author's Note

This poem was a runner up in February 2008 for Arkansas Poets Rountable contest. I think it is the first time in my life that I have placed in any contest.
Damon