EULOGY TO MY MOTHER
it is a special dignity
to offer my first love to the angels
who have never uttered a word
more precious than “Mother”
my dear has not departed but arrived
as a silent syllable in the sacred word
a serif symbol inscribed into the meaning of meaning
she speaks between leaves in a breeze
and her heart rolls up to shore in small swells
the sun’s touch and moon’s gaze
in the soil of her pink petals
new seeds will be sown
and cradling them between twilights
our little flower
now draws air long and deep
silent as prayer and sleep
in death, her breath is plenty
rise and shine mom
