MOM

MOM


THE WAVE MADE BY MY BOAT
CAME BACK AS RIPPLES
AGAIN AND AGAIN
FADING EBBING TILL INVISIBLE

BUT MY SCIENCE HALF OF MIND
KNOWS NO ENERGY IS LOST
BUT RATHER IS TRANSFORMED
TRANSMUTED
BUT NEVER LOST

SO SAYS MY POET'S SIDE

HOW MANY ECHOES HAS A LIFE

SO THAT A MEMORIAL SERVICE
IN A MEXICAN RESTAURANT
WHEN THE SANCTUARY WAS CLOSED
SEEMED FITTING FOR THE WOMAN WHO WAS MOURNED
OR RATHER REMEMBERED

REMEMBERED FOR HER LAUGHTER
FOR HER SENSE OF THE ABSURD
FOR HER SENSE OF KARMA

THE SANCTUARY - READ SADNESS - WAS CLOSED
THE RESTAURANT - READ REFRESHMENT - WAS OPEN
THE ECHOES OF HER LIFE RANG IN THEIR HEARTS

AS THE RIPPLES OF HER LIFE
ROCKED MY BOAT
AND GAVE ME SWEET DREAMS



Frank a vollmer