First of All

You were the first to call me Mama
And the first to say goodbye.
The nine years since you left are not
Time enough for tears to dry.

As your sisters and the others come
To show how much they care,
Will they notice I'm still searching for
The one who isn't there?

That year was the first time
You didn't come on Mother's Day
Or call to say you loved me
If you were too far away.

I'll be missing you my darling
As the others come or call,
For of those to whom I'm Mama
No one else was first of all.

For my son, Clifford Glenn Olson
Joyce 5/7/08