Mama sure did have some beautiful coats.
She sure did, she sure did.
Pendleton's enveloping me in her scent.
Still here. Still here.
But for how long, will it be here?
Her rememberence, her Effervescence.

She walked into the coldness of winter,
Wearing this coat. Slipping into her pocket,
One last Werther's Original.

Looking upon the stagnant remnants of her garden.
I think she was wearing her Moccasins too.
I see her there, so clearly.
She knew the end was near, 
Yet her hope so clear, so sincere.

Did she leave that one last treat,
For me to find? Or did she just forget.
That last Werther's Original held a promise,
To be enjoyed later on. Later on.
Later on. Later on.

Do you ever slip that hard candy,
Into your coat pocket when you go?
For a later on enjoyment, a distraction.
"Oh look! I forgot about you! Yum!"
I'm glad I brought you along!"

Mama was too busy tho. Too busy.
Being alive. Burning into her mind,
The land. The glorious land.
In this last winter of her life.
Forgetting her trial, her Strife.
The snows fresh whiteness aglow.

Ramen Noodle Poodle at her side
Bounding, barks expounding,
Mama's laughter Resounding.
On the land she's walked,
All of 40 years, how many tears
Had she shed? How many times had she hollored,
"YOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO?" 
From her lands end?

Innumerable moments,
Countless steps. So many plans.
So many plants. So many plants.
So many plants. So many trees of hope,
Earth dug up, seedling placed in. 

But I digress.

She forgot about her last piece of candy,
Left as a rememberence for me.

*I took all mama's coats home with me. As well as her Moccasins. I wish I'd taken her socks. Mama sure did love her cozy socks. She always had so many pairs. I took her shoes too. Mama liked me to have good shoes. If it weren't for her I'd have always been wearing cheapo's. But mama would always buy new ones, giving me her less new ones, still very new.

We were the same shoe size. Same coat size.  

I wore her coat one day going somewhere. I put my hand in the pocket. There was a tissue. Her tissue. Hers. Omg. It hit me so hard. And then I found a treasure. A Werther's Original candy wrapped in golden celephane. 

Think about that. Think hard. Think as hard as you can. How meaningful this candy is to me now. Knowing it's origins. I keep it in my jewlery box because it is as precious as an airloom. Excuse my abhorrent spelling. 

It is the passing moments of mindless side-a-long thoughts to bring something along. Putting it there in our pocket, for later on. For later on. For later on. 

There wasn't a "later on" for mama.
I will keep her "later on" forever safe.