13 August 2014
Lost my mother...
"I'm sorry" was all they could say
Regardless of their good intentions...
You have seen me in my worst
and cheered on till I became the best...
I can recall the frigid months
and the way the harsh wind...
Excitement flourishes upon two simple lines,
Joys of parenthood flush the unknown mind...
I looked up to you the best grandpa in the world...
You was my fishing pal you taught me everything I...
O righteous God, kind-hearted and immortal!
Behold the daughter of thy Kingdom Come...
The cry is not pretty
and fragile...
This won't be very long, I promise,
because words aren't substitutes for memories...
"Bye Mama"
It was as if it were a stone cold dream...
So I see that we are back here again
Back at this crazy time of year...
She tiredly tucks her son beneath
the warm blankets of his bed...