Mom, I saw your face today,
looking down on me.
From your picture frame,
you had just turned sweet sixteen.

Even with that smile,
which always reminds me
of your baby girl,
our sister kristi Lee.

I could see that you were sad.
It was there in your eyes.
Your smile failed to reach,
eyes, blue as the sky.

I wish I had been there,
to be your best friend.
We could have talked for hours,
laughed away our cares.

I'm not speaking of,
just when you were in your teens.
But, when I was at home,
is what I really mean.

I know I can't go back
and fix my past mistakes.
But, I wish I could,
for, both our sakes.

Each time we hugged goodbye
and I was off to school,
your eyes smiled at me.
Why is life so cruel?

To make the Angels suffer,
to earn their wings.
Cancer stole your breath.
Yet, your soul did sing.

There's a loneliness in me without you.
But, memories of us remain.
At least I can talk to you,
in your antique silver frame.

Now as I look again,
I see the mischievous way,
your eyes enhance your smile.
Mom, I saw your face today.

I started a poem to ease the grief
Of my mother's passing,
But couldn't get it right,
So quit for awhile.
Some things just are.
Pompous words didn't fill
The voids or voice loss.
I flew to, cavalry to rally
The Life in balance,
Grasping at wisps,
Woven hopes of sky
When she knew her purpose
Will of steel, and tired still
Of the battle
And I surrendered.
Don't know if I'll ever forget her smile
From the hospital bed
When last we said
"Good night, sleep tight...
Don't let the bed bugs bite"
Just like when I was a child
Tucked in for the night
And I remember my tears
When I turned out the light,
Said "Goodbye,
Be sweet, Mom."

Little boy sitting in his room,
voices outside the door scream.
Mommy and daddy,
fighting again.
Family falling apart at the seams.

Every night daddy comes home,
he's inebriated.
Yells at mommy,
cause dinners not done,
it's half past one.

Mommy's to busy,
mending her heart,
a wounded soul.
And daddy shows no love,
no affection.

And the boy is spinning,
round and round,
out of control.
Doesn't know where to go,
he's lost direction.

Mommy walks into his room,
sits down on his bed.
Tear slowly roll down her face,
as she slowly says:

"Mommy and daddy need a break,
all our love is gone.
I love you,
and he does too,
but this just can't go on."

And the boy cries,
the boy cries,
the boy cries,
the boy cries.

And he cries,
and he cries,
and he cries,
and he dies.

Because daddy shows no love,
no love,
no love,
no love.

No love,
no love,
no love,
no love.

And the boy is spinning,
round and round,
out of control.
And he doesn't know where to go,
where should he go,
where can he go?

He's lost direction.
He's lost direction.
Shows no affection,
has no direction.

Hi Mom,
(I'm so sad Mom)
How are you Mom?
(I'm breaking apart Mom)
I can see you're happy Mom.
(Did you forget me Mom?)
Let's talk Mom.
(Don't leave Mom.)
I have a boyfriend Mom.
(He hits me Mom)
I'm happy Mom.
(I slit my wrists Mom)
Everything's changing Mom.
(I'm dying Mom)

Goodbye Mom.

(I'm dead Mom)

Little girl, age of three,
fell off her bike and scraped her knee.
Mommy came into the scene,
cleaned her cut and patched her dream.
And so she rides on.

Little girl, age of ten,
was in a fight with her best friend.
Mommy came onto the set,
and told her baby not to fret.
And so she stays strong.

Little girl, age sixteen,
wasn’t deemed Homecoming queen.
Mommy came to save the day,
assured the ballot was switched anyway.
And so she smiles on.

Little girl, age twenty-one,
scared to know she’ll have a son.
Mommy came into her house,
told her she’d picked the perfect spouse.
And so she loves on.

Little girl, age twenty-four,
unsure of who she was anymore.
Mommy came into her room
and swept her doubt like the kitchen broom.
And so she continues on.

Little girl, age forty-two,
worried that her life was through.
Mommy rode with her in the car,
promised her death was off afar.
And so she drives on.

Little girl, age fifty-five,
realizes that her mom has died.
She brings back the memories of her mom
and knows she’d say that life goes on.
And so she goes on.

Utopian slaves
In praise
To an appraiser
Carved from clay
With a razor
From a braver man
That took a stand
In rainier days
And fenced them in
From the judgments within
Amen is man
Clouded in sin
We are one
Without
Look within

**** the messenger
Don't trust the clever
Endeavor
In more
Than you can afford
Bore
Out the snakes
Before
Too late
And escape
Adored