LAST POEM

Written by: George Zamalea

It comes down to it, spring. Let us hear it
Or to make a dignity retreat from a great lover who ran away.
I am here to thank you for being a woman
Through those five years
Thank you for giving me a wonderful boy with his eyes of yours
Thank you for creating a timing dream 
That never would be over in our hours of ease and remembering
Thank you for all God’s duty who taught us hate and love
By the quivering spasm of orgasms a declining master
That was hard to please toward the last moment of bliss.
Thank you for being a good mother toward the end,
God knows why, you try to make it but you failed miserably
Because the limitation of a new sensation of uncertain feeling.
Thank you for letting my boy and me go.
Thank you.