The August Moon saw the rise of a phoenix from the ashes,
In the huts of poverty was she born,
An arrow of peace,
The changing touch of a stranger

She, the one with an old soul
She, the one with joy
She, the one with a vibrant smile
She, the one with a heart of gold
She, the one with selfless love

Born and bred with the tenacity of a lioness, courage did she ooze with her every day stride
A delicate orchid, with the raw beauty of a black rose
A gift amongst the blessed

She, a pillar of strength
She, a beacon of hope
She, a wild heart
She, a rebellious soul
She, a free spirit
She, a phenomenal woman

Floundered the earth for her offspring did she,
Gave wholeheartedly,
Loved wholeheartedly,
Lived fully did she.
Still now, she molds from her final resting place a queen and king

She, my mother.*

**Happy Birthday Mom!!!

12/08/1974--12/11/2008

Rest In Peace

of the many things
of which i know
nothing
you are the most
vast and deep.

and of the small things
i am capable of
overcoming,
this thing is not
one.

and of all the
wildness i can tame,
|this|
i cannot.

what can i set in motion
going to the places
i know there is more
of me
instead of less?

a year ago, last
|this place|
humid august
i met the
squirrel queen
and now,
now...

so much is changed
so much is black charcoal
under my pretty flip flop

so much is
my pen in my hand
instead of the blood in my veins

(the way it has to be)