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4 février My MotherMy Mother
Born of Irish and German descent
She had a Mother emotionally distant
Raised when society was economically bereft
Then the '37 flood took what little was left
She watched their new radio float down the street
Forced to leave home, rising water at her feet
In the alley she shot marbles with the boys
These were her most precious toys
She had no bedroom, she shared a couch
There were many things my Mom lived without
Her wedding picture in ordinary dress
Years later her younger sister able to wed
in nothing but the best
Seven children she and Dad made
Of these seven, two could not be saved
Her husband died when she was only forty-five
Left with her two youngest children
She managed to survive
When life threw my Mom lemons
She made lemonade
She's mighty little, she's little but mighty
Patient as creeping English Ivy
She is the salt of the Earth
With such strength and perseverance
Like the raw earth in which she loves to dig and play
She's molded by the trials that did blow her way
Strong as bamboo, hard as jade
Softly flexible as a sapling willow tree
Gently bent from the winds of life blowing free
She is the beauty of a splashing sunset
Multi-colored and rare
Or like that huge full moon that rises
To it's apex in the air
She smells of mingling spices
Cinnamon, chives and sage
Warm chocolate chip cookies
Don't forget those devilled eggs!
She mixes up her own home-cooking
Just like a master chef
Yet there is a special little something
One big dose of love if I had to guess
Today she fully owns her own Robin's nest
This matriarch is the seed
For a myriad of descendents
A loving, prolific breed
For her home and family
She is truly blessed
Independent as a bird, a lot like an Eagle
Warm and cuddly like a beagle
With a sweet simple soul
Indeed she is my hero
Of one thing I am certain
Because it's hard to find her sins
One day the gates of heaven
Will gladly open to let her in
written 12/2003 dedicated to my Mother
Fly Little Bird FlyFly Little Bird Fly
Ravens, Ducks
Pigeons and Doves
Sorrow standing for the loss of love
Feathers ruffled
Lost and found
Hoot of an Owl from
My sycamore tree
Cockatiel, Cockatoo
The Phoenix rises
You will too
Birds of a feather flock together
Share the bite of wintry weather
Mourning Dove she nests
Close up to our home
Sits on her eggs
She's queen of the throne!
Eye of Peacock
In the center of its feather
Keen eyes of a Hawk
Hunting its prey
Esteem of an Eagle
Will be yours someday
Standing at the threshold
Of a small window seeking
Drink of the magical, madrigal music
The Nightingale is speaking
Of the comforting song the Whippoorwill sings
I believe one day
You'll wear that right left ring
Two Geese waddle, slowly crossing the road
Frantic drivers as traffic must stop
Mother Goose is playing cop!
Chicken feed, Chicken leg
What did come first,
The chicken or the egg?
And so the Cock crowed
He was three times denied
Shannon I am so glad that you are alive!
Dedicated to my niece written 5/2003
You Live OnYou Live On
I feel your soul in the wind
As your fingers gently caress my skin
I feel your spirit in the sun
As your warmth covers my body
I feel your laughter in the water
As your humor washes through my mind
I see your eyes in the planet Mars
Warm red brown drinking me in
I feel your love from the dogwood blossom
As it promised to keep you here
I feel your ghost around this house
But I feel no fear
I feel your heart beat
In the rhythm while I play guitar
I sense your presence
In the sanctity of the soil in the yard
You live on
In my guitar, in the yard, in the planet Mars
You live on
In the wind and the sun and the water
You live on
In the dogwood blossom
As it promised to keep you here
You live on, I am moving on
Written 4/2/2004 Truth LiesTruth Lies
I wanted the truth
Now here it lies
Reaching out I pull it close
For it shall set me free
From bondage, obsession,
The Dream, the depression
From illusions of how I thought life ought to be
I'm in a world where I don't belong
Sometimes bewildered,
Often I'm wrong
Sometimes I'm fragile, tired and small
Yet I can be strong, oh yes I can be strong
Sometimes I'm dreamy, starry-eyed and wistful
Ambivalent, just what is love?
It's difficult to see
He's gonna leave again, I'm gonna grieve
A ruthless lesson in reality
My soul seeks the water
Please take me to the sea
A humbling vista with awesome power
Ceaselessly moving, unbroken, carefree
Nothing like me in this vast world of complexities
A sobering splash to my face
Hair blowing wild all over the place
Burning of eyes, stinging of skin
Salt on my lips, sand on my feet
Somehow these elements bring me some peace
The sun blinds my vision so
I place a hand to my brow
I'll survive once again though I do not know how
I just don't know how
I wanted the truth
Now here it lies
Reaching out I pull it close
Letting it set me free
from bondage, obsession,
The Dream, the depression
From illusions that he'd always be there for me
Now he's left again
I'm willing to grieve
written March 2002 |
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