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Always An Ally In All Ways

There was a poetry slam the Sunday after 9/11/01..my whatever she still is to me,
….she said “well free, did you write something about 9/11.  She’s a very good poet 
as well, so I responded by saying, “Why, did you?”  my  she whatever replied, “of 
course I did” and that’s precisely whey I didn’t.  Because it is not Mother’s Day yet, 
I’ll share this, it’s very personal, but I hope you can all relate         
                    ALWAYS AN ALLY IN ALL WAYS

Oh God, I’ll miss her laughter
Forever after
Oh Lord, I’ll miss her smile
Mile after mile

There are no words deep enough or powerful  enough to describe this anguish
The severity of  my sentimental remorse and recollections of her cooking in the 
kitchen
Remorse because of every time I went off  course
Led astray because I did not heed what Mother had to say
And now she’s being spirited away
To a place so many religions argue about
While I remain awash in doubt
Right now, in this microcosm of a minute how is she feeling and what is she seeing?
Are angels like her urging my Mom to fly?
Is she seeing stars that aren’t really in the sky?
This anguish is too burdensome for a weak man such as myself to defy
And a pain my consistent tears cannot deny
As she sleeps
Or sleeps not
According to this, the Lord’s most pain laden plot
DaIly I am awakened by the realization that she may not be that which means so 
much to me
And arise to an ache so piercingly too persistent to conjugate into words

Mom’s quite old and admittedly this should have been expected
But perhaps that’s a fact I’ve intentionally neglected
Because she remains so beautiful to me
Always was 
always shall be
IF ONLY IN THE MIDDLE OF A MEMORY

Oh God to keep her spirit there
In my grin made so obviously clear
To soothe a son’s ample and every fear
Oh to keep my beautiful mom right here
   © 2011.…Jeffry Cohan (Rita Cohan’s son)((mom wouldn’t mind if I used the name 
she would never call me, free cee!))
NO MATTER HOW BADLY I HAD SCREWED UP,
ONCE AGAIN, MY MOM’S FRONT DOOR AND
HEART WERE ALWAYS OPENED FOR ME.
     Mrs. Stanley J. Cohan
       Always my strength
        Always an ally

Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011

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