Here & There Poem by Gregory Huyette

Oh Mother Dear it doesn't seem fair
That we're still down here and you're way up there.
Another thing that's not a favorite of mine
Is that chronologically I seem to be next in line.

Now that you're in heaven please say hi to Dad.
Tell him I'm still bitter ‘bout the Hole-In-One he had.
I've been playing this pitiful game almost forever.
He played once; made one and for me it's been never.

As for the joker who talked about the 'Golden Years, '
It was brown stuff, not gray matter, between his ears.
When I get up in the morning and gaze into the mirror.
I cringe at that old man as he moves ever nearer.

Dear Mother, please put in a good word for us here
Because without you it's hard to smile and cheer.
As our Mom you'll always be the best and most rare.
You'll live here in our hearts tho you're way up there.