A Memorial Day poem

When I think of you and I cannot call,

a mournfulness envelopes me,

but I don’t feel small.

It’s because of you that I do not hide.

Safe in this space; in shining armor,

you’re our knight.

when life pushed, you pushed back harder.

We remember you: the light & the darker

You deserve all love & honor.

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Happy Memorial Day!

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Rainbows in closets

I’m sitting in my unfinished closet.

In the middle of my room sits a faucet.

I’m ready, open, and embracing change.

any form will do.

Feels oh so good to smile at the sun

and feel it smiling back too.

My closet’s calming.

I could sit here for days.

But there’s life beyond this calming paint-

A rainbow of mints, oranges, greens & grays.
I find the longer life gets,

the more colors I’ll see.

In smiles, in hearts, in closets,

and sometimes in me.

|Chasing Recollection|

Chasing Recollection
I had a mother. Sometimes I can’t remember her looks

To spark my brain, I look thru her bins of Polaroids and unfinished photo-books

Her smile presents flashes of times, distorted, but shared

Slender hands, big laugh and coiled dark hair

Time passes, my eyes close, and her face leaves again

In darkness, I see her nose, more distinct now than it was then.

Large, to the point of cartoonish, I know it’s only in my mind’s eye.

It’s shiny, sharp, and Latin and death-defyingly high.

My brain forgets a face, but remembers a nose that stands tall.

 I’d rather have this piece of her than nothing at all.

Now, hope clings tight for memories to come.

What’s next to find? An eyebrow? A thumb?

Any reminder of her presence will satisfy me now.

Until the ache of loss is overcome by all the joy the universe will allow.

I have a mother and she has me too.

Time steals memories, but Angels can make them new.