My Mother

Night sky brilliant, calms

Pagan unbeliever thoughts.

Humorous moon shines down

Upon imagination.

Pen and paper scratch

Torrid thoughts and random facts

Hinderance of lost words

Shallow, barriers of grief

Leaves of red and green

Blend sketches of scenery

Depending on the wind

Shifting, blowing, standing still.

Flutter, stutter, mutter

Sit, still, philander

Irratate, instigate

Of work, of life, my mother.

Laurie B. Ballard

4/1/13