A Poem For My Mother

Eternal
copy write 2001

Another year has passed, sun, moon and earth.
Together in eternal harmony.
Mother earth, father sun and their children named star and moon.
Dancing to and fro, around the heavens in sweet embrace.
A bond that cannot be broke forever.
A song accompanies.
The celestial families dance, an aria of sort.
Melodies strings and harps.
Played by an orchestra of angels.
Accompanied by gods earthly creatures.
From subtle chirps of the smallest of birds.
To the thundering bass of the largest of beast of burden.
To each a spot on this heaven sent scale.
Creating the most perfect of composition.
As I sit, reflecting on the past.
On what was once.
And upon the hole left in my heart.
By the passing of my mother two years ago.
Her life cut short like a delicate and the rarest of lilies.
By some freak spring storm.
It's wrath, not even the heartiest of mother earths
Creations could withstand.
A hole where heavens bloom once reached for the sun remains.
Heavens mates, sun and earth.
One gone in body, but not in spirit,
Life's code suggests a cycle of death and rebirth.
To fill the void, in the garden. Each of the blooms surrounding the hole.
Had to grow stronger and bigger.
Stretching out forth towards their father sun.
To form a stronger chain.
One hoping to hold tight against further storms.
Children of strong earth and nurturing suns rays.
Bonding together to bask in the suns energy giving glow and setting.
Deep their roots in the enriching soil.
Their mother toiled so hard.
Year after year, turning clay into rich soil.
A strong base for her kin.
To sink deep, their roots, soaking up every drop of nourishment that she could offer.
Allowing her children to grow forth and stretch their roots outward.
And their pedals upward, seeking soil of their own.
To procreate new children.
As I continue to write this, still feeling the effects of winters chill.
I can not help grow warmer with each pen stroke, each brings forth.
A warm memory of my dearest mother in body, mind, and spirit.
She will always be with me.
So will her teachings of hard work, courtesy and kindness to those dear.
As each year passes.
When the earth seems dark.
I only need to stretch out towards the sun and my fellow kin.
To feel the unembered glow of our departed mother.
Forever now and forever hence.
Will the aria play.
And the dance of the heavens and the earth.
Stride on in harmony.
Eternal simply put.
My father's strength, my mothers love, my gratitude.

Thank You Mom.
You Will Always Be Remembered.
Your son.