Goodbye Mother - Soon a Dozen Years Since Demise

Her cremated ashes scattered to all the four winds White, powdery and chalk like material Devoid of any vestigial semblance To her once living and vibrant self That unique persona pulverized and vaporized (Housed former svelte and tall Arthur Murray Ballroom dance teacher A half-century plus prior to demise Which beauty, charm and grace Quickly caught the attention of my father, Who courted and eventually proposed To this young flirt and ingenue tease of a gal) Inert organic matter now represents Sole residual embodiment Reduced to dust and near nothingness Former corporeal being of blood, bone and flesh Weighing no more than A dozen hatch marks on the scale Absence still bears down heavy Like some millstone round the neck Per the black hole void Created by defeat with Grim Reaper Toward this woman Who helped birth and nurse me into manhood Momma’s only grown son Still feel ripples of grievous sadness No matter the years of suppressed anger and rage In addition to emotional conflicts between us Which invariably wrought unpleasant relationship And a legacy of discord writ large Across the tapestry of my life.