Hawaiian Mother Poem by Stuart Kaler

One sultry Waimea night

I had dinner with your mother

"Come dine with us", I said

Better to have said, "Strap in"…



In the dimly lit Hawaiian bistro,

Satori …

…poured from a bottle of Jack…

Her ferocious kindness,

Her calamitous calm

Unnerved me, yet drew me in….



Her eyes flashed as she spoke,

Burning from the ancestral memories

of a thousand insults to her

Beautiful Islands.



I understand now…

…that your trail was hacked...

…with the machete of your mother's indomitable spirit.