Brother, husband, love,
Leaving this home, broken hearts,
Slipping sweetly to the stars.
Brother, husband, love,
Leaving this home, broken hearts,
Slipping sweetly to the stars.
Lifting the sheet and summer blanket high
While the morning air struggles to billow them underneath
As they sink onto the bedframe,
She remembers
When you taught a five-year-old gangly girl
Who adored you so and loved your hugs swallowing hurt and worry
Into your arms strengthened by years of cleaning
And softened by years of cooking and tasting for seven
And rounded by the weight of bringing five into this world
(A labor you called sweet and easy),
How to make a bed just so,
Smoothing out the lines to a crisp and fresh clean.
Now she allows the sheet to wrinkle and the blanket to hold stains,
A reminder that one year you are gone,
As her childhood and your protective love.
With hearts full of joy
Carol and Don wish you a
Happy Thanksgiving!
Your soul awakens
Her to love she hadn’t known
As days filled a year.
Abundance of love
Tickling tendrils of my soul:
Your hearts’ golden warmth.
Tracing my cheek lines
To find if your bones are mine.
My mother, my soul.
Mom of all us five
And gentle mother of Love
Meeting in heaven.
Days of wine and song
Together touching the sky
Stretch before you now.