#442. mom

December 1, 2010

all those years
the fall wind through an open window
the white hood
your closed eyes silent staring at mine
which are yours

#425. dream mother

November 8, 2010

forgiven
my history
with each day
newly responsible
for each choice made
i make those choices
forgiving each day
is a new history
a responsiblity
my choice

#424. cycled

November 6, 2010

salty
my mothers
eyes look out through mine
and so i know
more about her at last memory
than the child
hiding the old man i am now
become grey 
salty 

i am the caretaker
of my father’s tears
my mother’s clay face
doused his fire
the grass grows long
over her ashes

oh death
the changes you bring
are hard to bear
but those same changes
are hope and beauty

the air is somehow
sweeter now

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