Abe Lopez Poet Free verse

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





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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.....

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Carrie Richards March 10, 2017 at 7:41 PM I came back to revisit this poignant poem again, after our soup-mail conversation. It only reinforces how such a loss indeed made you stronger, resilient and the compassionate man you are. Not everyone would have overcome such a hard time. It is an honor to know you :) Abe Lopez March 11, 2017 at 11:00 AM It shouldn't be ?? At the end .. that's an emoji that came through like that .. sorry .. It should of been a smiley face . :) Abe Lopez March 11, 2017 at 10:58 AM Thank you Carrie for visiting this poem which is dear to my heart ..it's been nice visiting with you this week as well ..thanks for being a kind friend!??

Doris Culverhouse September 16, 2009 at 7:03 AM nice tribute to your mom, nicely penned

Ridge Mayberry September 15, 2009 at 9:10 AM this is extremely well-written poem. i know what it is like to lose someone you love. i wish i could say it gets better but you will always miss your mom, and that is a good thing. you never truly die until everyone on earth has forgotten you. as long as your loved ones hold you in their heart you will continue to live on.

Priscilla Cruz September 14, 2009 at 3:53 PM Very touching and a good poem it`s sad though I`m sorry about ur mother gangster! Mr. Lopez u rock!

James Fraser September 14, 2009 at 1:47 PM Heartfelt poem Abe>>James

Savannah Rose Harper September 14, 2009 at 1:12 PM this is very nice alo I'm sorry about ur mother...

Moonbee Canady September 13, 2009 at 5:58 PM This is very moving and brilliant... Tell me, if I'm Right - Are You Traveling like an embryo thru your Mother's Life/Body Seeing things thru Her Eyes and Emotions (and Reflecting Your Own)... At Least, that's what I got... Anyways, This is A Beautiful Piece... Poignant and Accepting... Keep Writing and I'll certainly enjoy reading... (going into my Fav's) MoonBee

Donna Golden September 12, 2009 at 11:26 PM Abe, this is such a unique piece! You've such a fresh way of speaking your heart and mind here. If your mother were still here, she'd be so very proud of you! Blessings to you always! Donna

Carolyn Devonshire September 12, 2009 at 7:50 PM I miss my mother, too, James. And there are times I still talk to her when I am alone. She's been gone for 25 years, but once she came to me in a dream when I was going through a rough time. There she was surrounded by a golden light at the foot of my bed talking to me. My mom died young, too, so I can relate to how you felt losing her at such a young age. Beautiful write, Abe! You brought back wonderful memories. Thank you. Love, Carolyn

Robin L. Gass September 12, 2009 at 11:12 AM Abe, words cannot truely express the beauty of your poem and how it made me feel. I am so sorry. GBY always. Thank you for sharing this beautifully expressed piece of your heart. Love, Robin

Carrie Richards September 12, 2009 at 8:51 AM Oh dear, Abe..the heart ache, the painful years..makes one wonder how a child makes it through to the other side, to become the fine man you are today.To lose your mother so young,under such circumstance..I can't imagine.Losing my own when she was 46, I thought I couldn't bear it..but I had more years than you..it makes me know how fortunate I am to have had that extra time. This is magnificent, touching sad..all these things...and I often have the same thought..what things would have been like?

Corinne Curcio September 12, 2009 at 7:55 AM Excellent poem, Abe. Such an inspired way of writing about a memory box.

Charmaine Chircop September 12, 2009 at 3:25 AM This masterpiece broke my heart my dear friend,very young age to lose a mum,my grandma was 37yrs old when she died,all i have are photos,never saw her and many times i find myself asking the same thing,what if she lived to hug me..yet i have the aswer,she lived and still does in a better place then here,watchin over me..and so does your mum..very deep write..excellent--Charma

Raul Moreno September 11, 2009 at 9:43 PM Compelling and poignant, sad and well written. So many times we wish things could be different and so many times those things are meant for a grandeur plan...Raul