I miss my mother's
tender touch
and her blackened
bruised skin
her bent fingers
and greyed hair
I miss the most gentle
person
that ever lived.
I miss Shirley-Mae.
Her awake with
champagne in hand.
She took no shit and offered
unconditional love.
And when she left us
the only thing I could say
was
You were
the most
awesome piece of my life.
Bad choice of words
but in her dying
moment she smiled at me.
2 comments:
touching tribute, dale. any mom who would bring a son up to wear his underpants on the outside of his long underwear is a good person in my books. bob
all the energy and memory in your poem stirred awake a song for Shirley-Mae in that one take midnight Fraser barking kind of way. got it recorded for ya if ya wanna hear it.
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