Mama Bear's Summerland

I lost a dear friend a few months ago. Not just a friend, but my best friend's mother who was very much like a second mom to me. I apologize to any of you who are disappointed that I have not written lately, but I will get back to those stories soon.

There is a place often referred to as the Summerland. Sometimes it's called heaven. It depends on the person. I wrote about what I believed her Summerland would be like.

This poem is for her. To Mama Bear. My counselor, my cheerleader, my other mother, and my friend.