Lady Stetson Rides No More
Her dried-up withering petals once shone lovely in the golden sun
growing older now in the mirror’s unforgiving reflection.
She’s lingering among the living, as if her life had just begun
though her heart has lost its resting place protection.
Gone as an expired breath in the silhouette of the blissfully dead.
Too proud to die by our side, she got the last laugh that day.
She changed her address to Heaven and abruptly fled.
Existing now in my past, no longer a reason to stay.
I try to visit her memory often, but it rains there all year round.
I send my love on deathless wings beyond billowy clouds amending.
Seized by sorrow as a bitter tear falls into my glass, soon to drown
The hurt merely turns to memories; some good, some bad, some never-ending.
The woman that I’ve become, she wouldn’t even know,
temporarily lost amid the colorless roses where she once stood.
I can still hear her infectious cackling, like a broken song
that now fills Heaven’s perpetual fais do-do.
She walks in sepia-toned earthly shadows
on the unpaved road of her southern childhood.
~Dedicated to my beautiful Cajun mom, Jennifer Ann Oliver Hubbert. Jawa Turken!
Contest: Open Poetry 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
Date: May 3, 2021
Copyright © Courtney Hubbert | Year Posted 2021
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