for Geraldene

The **** is fine, relaxes the brain and softens the body
And I keep the fire burning for a now deceased lover

This was long ago, and now
In the present,
I live with my mother who doesn’t understand my cannabis habit -
Forgive her

It means I have to play the game of avoidance
Which is tedious
But I don’t forget Mom is elderly now and freedom
is a thing of the next generation

Nor do I forget to love my mother with all my heart
For she, with all her faults,
with all her faults
Has a heart of gold, (excuse the cliché poets)

And nor do I demand anything
For my own heart is full of years
And the “inner” child now
(having adulted) has the freedom to speak
And, and, one day flows into the next like the colours of a rainbow

And whose not to like (parents aside)
Getting ******? It’s healthy when you compare it to chemicals.

But to turn back the clock (and the poem),
I keep a fire burning for a now lost love...
We were happy together in the “forest cabin” of our affair.
Bless you, bless you beyond the grave!

A warm summer morning
Bright light to cover a different mourning
The lost treasure of fresh air
Caring thoughts being placed elsewhere
A simple glance through a pane of glass
Revealing what she could not surpass
Children running amongst the street
Echoes of laughter becoming bittersweet
A turn of the head reveals a different picture
The remaining heir alone, seeking closure
Guilt replaces the overwhelming sorrow
Lost in the emptiness of tomorrow
Rising to her feet, she struggles
Body held down by a thousand anvils
She passes by the small child
Wishing she had smiled
Exiting the room, she enters another
Nothing but a mindless drifter
Despite her fear, she opens a door
But she doesn’t recognize it anymore
She wonders why the mirror is still here
Broken and insincere
The shatters stained with scarlet
The memory like a bullet
A sob escapes her lips
She leaves with even more hardships
Her last child sits at the table
Not fully understanding the fable
She wants to look away
Away from the child she’s led astray
But she’s done that long enough
She can no longer hold up the bluff
She spots a useful memory
Reaching for them anxiously
Two simple fruits
Two beautiful tributes
She shows her six-year-old son
A small smile, she’s won
They begin their work
Creating an edible artwork
It’s as if life has broken out into song
It had been far too long
Sweet laughter emanates through the air
Joy replacing the need for despair
Proving that all it takes for happiness to chime
Is something as simple as lemons and limes