Fearless
finds a
tear in my eye
It will be shed tonight before I sleep
Look
at me, mom
Look
at me
It
was thirteen years ago
today
That
you last gazed on your youngest son
Not
long after you exhaled one
final time
Warm
rain fell outside
with sorrow and refrain
After
you were gone
I
stood on the porch of my youth and looked up
Clearly clouds could not make
up their mind
Some
sought sun and a whisper of laughter
While
others embraced slumber
Of
what had expired
And
what we had just lost
For
me
You were the one who carried me to till I breathed
You helped raise me
Till
I found my feet and opened my gait
I’m
complicated more now than I was then
The
pain I feel inside is no more dull
Than that on my skin
Left behind from a string of tattoos
That
adorns my body
Thigh
to shoulder
Leg
to the middle of my back
Each
needlepoint tells a tale
This verse tells a story
And I speak symbolically
In most every other word
Words behind this: laughter, slumber, fearless and string
Written and posted: May 25, 2010
Rest in Peace, Mom