Bucking Up
She soars Then tumbles Turns this way then that Clouds fill her vision A dream-time acrobat Free and unafraid Yet still filled with dread A...
Entering the Cave
The warehouse bedazzled A cave full of riches Smells from Mother’s world Wafted through Filling her with almost dread Boxes piled high Reflecting a life...
The Temporary Staging Area
A home for the recently departed Where spirits mingle And souls are wrangled Walls of red-flocked paper And black leather furniture A coffer suggesting...
Carpe Diem
Sleeping like… Stopping herself mid sentence The phrase too perfect to exclaim She peered into the room Where her Mother’s last days Lived in...
The Eulogy
It’s challenging to hone down who my Mother was. She was so many, many things. She was kind, strong, innocent, charming, impossible, artistic, conservative, wild,...