"FOREVER MISSED-FOREVER LOVED"

*Gone 5 years too long, Mom*

Flowers born just to die.....weeping willows left to cry…

 Rest unencumbered by earthly travails

Slumber peacefully in that glorious mansion of tranquility

The heavenly palace that the creator prepared for you mom

A holy place where only angels reside

luxuriating on a bed made of golden, silk feathers

and a pillow fashioned from the softest cloud

You were my favorite love song

The cadence in every poem that I composed for you since I was but a young lad

So to commemorate you, I plucked 3 roses from the garden of "forget me not"

and placed them upon your soul

Red, for the babbling brook of blood and love that flows unimpeded between us

Yellow, for the sun ray that forever illuminates our sacred friendship

Purple, for the majesty of the mountain that you were, and will always be

Today, October 16th, 2015 denotes the 5th anniversary of the day you sprouted gossamer wings

and like an exotic butterfly, flew away and coalesced with the vast multiverse

Adazzle with zillions of twinkling stars, countless galaxies and mysteries

When I gaze upon those mind-boggling manifestations of, "the one most high"

Among the confluence of all that wonderment, I spot you winking, smiling, waving

and blowing kisses at me

Alas, come the raindrops, cascading

They are really profuse tears, masquerading

Then, as if by divine instruction, my heart whispers in my ear

And once again you become that never-ending love poem that I will never stop writing...

- Your loving son, Doe-Doe

If You Were Still Alive, You Would Be 95

On this day, July 19th 1920

A beautiful rose sprung forth from the earth

A celestial manifestation, the day of your birth

For 90 years you blossomed labored and flourished

Sprouted 7 rose petals whom you nurtured and nourished

Then on 10/16/10 the sun went down

Time to rest, you wilted and returned to the ground

My heart is pregnant and bursting at the seams

With a plethora of emotions and memories of you

Like a sponge left to drown in the rain

One squeeze and the levee will break

My tears will flow profusely

And the storm will commence anew

Just as I was learning to tread the treacherous waters

of the bottomless ocean's commotions

On may 31st 2015, your first born son, Junior,

Slipped into that churning, unknown, watery divide

Navigated the rouge waves, arriving bewildered at your side

Beloved Mom, on this your 95th birthday,

Three out of seven have followed you home

So my tears will be bitter sweet

Just knowing that you won't be celebrating alone

Four more will seed the fertile soil

The fruits of your eternal toil

Anticipating our inevitable reunion

In the rose garden... where it all began

Happy 95th birthday, Mom (Hilda Mae Lizzmore, a.k.a. “Peaches”)

Unrequited love

Your loving son, whom you affectionately call, Doe-Doe

A pink rose adorned your hair

So peaceful just reposing there

A string of pearls at rest upon your chest

Deep slumber, a soul spin

your dreamscape

From the chaos of this bitter earth

How surreal, that magnetic smile

Etched upon your lovely face

Never failed to melt my heart

Unmoving, unchanged

Unfazed by us left dazed

Just as it was

When I weepingly gazed upon it yesterday

I know the sculptor meant well

Tried to pose you from a standard mold

But you, Hilda Mae Lizzmore

Had the last laugh

July 19th, 2012

Would have been your 92nd birthday

Two years since your sojourn ended

Time has no time to spare

Unblinking, uncompromising

Wreaks havoc on bodies and minds

Once vibrant and razor sharp

As I stare into the reflecting pool

Where still waters run deep

I pray to the heavenly father

That your soul is his to keep

Just due north of tomorrow

We will be reunited

And words like birthday and time

Will be deleted from our Lexicon

A sad ending? Or a joyous new beginning

A make-up artist preparing mannequins

For that final curtain call

Take your bow now Mama

You deserve a standing ovation

No encore this time

My angel

So graceful

So still

So pretty in pink…