Childhood Treasures

Entering the cave of a wide open mouth Pulling on the slippery uvula Reaching for the nasal cavity Taking a breath before leaping for the eye socket Where I view the world that plows the field of future Then taking dirt road veins to a house on 123 east Sycamore Where Under the bed in my room is a cranial box of treasure Opening the box exposes the parietal cortex A single mother loving four children A family of five on welfare A mother in and out of the hospital A ten year old boy visits mom on Sunday A confused orphan on Monday A mother enters holy sleep at thirty-five years of age I love you mom My son KJ often asks of you As I close this box and return to the dirt road of veins, now paved My moist cave will echo, only the love of a mother ======================================= I miss my mother on special occasions in my life, and often wonder what things would be like if she still lived? However I have been blessed to have known her and I live a prosperous life for which I'm thankful for.....