her heart dead with death
barely feels the air pass by
the soaked filter of her butt.
my mother doesn’t love
curtains cast shadows in her view
doesn’t matter though same scene
different day must be comforting.
my mother has no love
who isn’t there for real her fiction
pumps life into her imprisoned mind
while nicotine fingers stub out the rest.
my mother lost her love
more vague delusions must choke
the life right out of her sunken chest
memories dying over time repeatedly.
[My mother passed in 2013. I wrote this piece 10 years prior. This is a memory from when I was 12. She used to just sit at the table and drink the tea she had me make and stare out of the window. I never knew why until I got much, much older. Thank God we made our amends together. She is with my brother–who died at 8–and sister who died at 3.]
Dare not within darkness let our love bay
tend not in woe of our days that are done
fight wet hot tears and in bed do not stay
rise up glad knowing that we are still one.
Let this day dally long languish slow soar
sing old sun’s glory as it strays sure high
sing so content softly pen our sweet score
my love oh my love in absence won’t die!
Always true that swift rivers reach the sea
somber white moon quiet crosses the sky
Winter each year allows snow to fall free
to my cold death I shall always soft sigh
Blessed and true I am grateful each day
That such a love as you had come my way.
My brother John was hit by a car and killed on Christmas morning, 1975. I was with him. He was 8 and I was 11. I found the only picture I have of him. I wanted to post it up here in his memory as a message of love, not sadness.
Be grateful for who you have in your life this Christmas! If you don’t have anyone, treasure a stranger! Treasure a homeless person. Treasure a Veteran. Life is too short, we are gone in a moment.
Don’t wait to let someone know you love them! Let go of petty jealousies, perceived injustices, resentments…Be brave in your love. Be the bigger man or woman. Reach out with gratitude and lovingkindess this holiday! We all know that Christmas is not about Santa Claus, Reindeer, candy canes and Christmas trees. It’s about love.
This is a message of love for you. Don’t wait until it’s too late! That is why I am posting his picture, as a reminder that Christmas isn’t about what you have, it’s who you have in your life. Gods bless each and every one of you today, tomorrow, Christmas, and beyond.
I think John is 1 or 1 1/2 years old in this photo. I am 3 or 3 1/2 and my half brother Joey was 6 maybe?
“The only real revolution is in the enlightenment of the mind and the improvement of character, the only real emancipation is individual, and the only real revolutionaries are philosophers and saints.” — Will Durant