What’s the word? The perfect word?
Into the Thesaurus, Wikipedia, Google, the search…
Writing to pay homage, to reflect days passed
Writing to capture emotions never shared.
A burden silently carried.
A picture of my mother carried across
Continents, and around the world
Posited in a simple frame, she looks
Down upon me from everywhere, for all times
The good times, smiling at each other, an eternal
Communion of “ I love you”, audible in the desert, the Alps
and home again in Pennsylvania. Other times, as she lay
on her death bed, frail, suffering, her soft penetrating eyes,
Mom says , “ Bob, I am tired of fighting”. The unspoken cuddle
With God saying “Take me home, I am at peace”.
The dawn rises, God in all heavenly splendor
Granting another day, another hour, another minute. the candle is lit,
Coffee warm: Mom’s picture survey’s her progeny’s tiny domain.
Day’s of joy, laughter, and the love of my wife’s divine
Days when the search for the right word to express an emotion, concept, idea
Serene, sublime, ridiculous
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