May C Stevens, voyager
by Henry Burt Stevens
10/31/2003
Riverlets of rain crease spring mud
while I walk, collar up brim down
soaking through
Wondering if my mother will
live till dandelions
spot lawns again
She'd rallied
many times before
confounding hospice nurses
Ever cheerful, always kind
without complaints-
"I'm doing fine"
Her certainity at
joining dad
defies my doubt
Though I'd like
to join her
marble faith
Her head stone waits
needing only flowers
and dates
Sail on dear Mother
sail on to port
happy mooring
Love Tinka
an easy and pleasant voyage to the next realm.
etw
good poem!