Should have written this much sooner,
Now there's just too much to say,
Even love-sick honeymooner
Wouldn't leave his Mom this way.
Last weeks all were good ones weren't they?
No one knew what lay in store,
Easy talk as smooth as ballet
Sleep waltzed through the day and more.
I remember - were there coyotes?
Howls that laced peyote nights.
Desert air stirred pastel high notes
Cliffs that danced with ghostly lights.
Always there when ground fog lifted
By my side when shadows fell,
Guiding me when focus shifted,
Mom, you loved me, I could tell.
Tremulous now apprehension,
Something's changing, like a spell,
Light that comes with new dimension!
Oh Mom, embrace your son's farewell.
Always there when ground fog lifted. Beautifully written poem and expressive one.
My deepest condolences to Nancy Schilling whose son's death earlier this week from complications arising from his struggle with diabetes, took a wonderful young man, a friend to many, and a beloved son far too soon. Vaya con Dios, Matthew.
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A poetically written tribute. It is sad though, how we come into this world joyfully but leaves when we least expect a departure. Life is full of uncertainties that makes a long term planning vague. When someone dies, it draws my attention to mourn myself as we are all indebted to death. May the young man's soul rest in perfect peace. My deepest condolence to the mother. good job Brian!