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Mother was a beautiful soul. I miss her so.
Mother was a beautiful woman and girl, go
On and on I could. I would but there's Dad.
Most of the time he was happy, sometimes sad.
His big belly would belly laugh, grinning ear to ear.
I hear his booming voice still in the still of night tears.
Creeping out of house, quiet as a church mouse
To walk and talk with friends. Coming into house
One night, Dad offered to make me some pancakes.
He thought I had insomnia. I didn't corrrect his mistake.
Mother let me walk around the block smoking my cigarette.
Been doing it for forty-three years without any regret.
Mother would hide in the kitchen pantry to be funny.
She lived in Jacksonville, Florida - so warm and sunny.
She'd cook the most wonderful buffet dinners.
She was no sinner. Just a winner. My dad too.
He taught me how to tie my shoes and beat the blues.
He taught me how to tell time and do chores for a dime.
Childhood was a wonderful time for me. I was freedom.
Kingdom comes, wonderful things come to those who wait.
At the Golden Gate I will see Saint Peter, Jesus and God.
My body is bread, my blood is wine. No shrine have I built.
I have sinned. I have grinned. My life is without any guilt.
One brother was born of my Mother and Dad. I'm glad
I had the chance to love him with all my heart before he
Passed on. He's with Mother and Dad now. I'm still me.
A new family with kids and grandkids, a husband, father.
On my new journey now, I will go ever farther and farther.

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