Lighthouse
Next day after the funeral was a celebration of life
at Mom's/Grandma's for a grand supper with memories ripe
afterwards eldest suggested we take some memento's
going through her things I felt like I was pilfering,
To think that 17 years ago when my parents moved in
the interior of the house was going to be quite a challenge
painting the walls and getting rid of the uglies you could say
the house slowly evolving into a cozy country cottage,
Her beautiful taste showed in every room and corner
every detail was just right and in perfect order
always mentioned she should've been an interior decorator
she would smile as she would straighten her armrest cover,
Gazing around I looked in my Mom's bedroom
partial to a little wooden bench seat over in the corner
the bench serving my Mom well during her life and last days
with a picture painted on it reminding me of both Mom and Dad,
Of a beautiful white lighthouse surrounded by clouds and seagulls
my parents both born and raised on Long Island with its ocean swells
both loving the beaches and boats in the New York harbor
but in particular the lighthouses they grew quite fond of,
The lighthouse guiding both boats and people in the dark
my down to earth parents knew this with all their hearts
the lighthouse representing Jesus their leader
on the sea of glass I hope to one day again see them,
But for now I'm blessed bringing this memento home
I will use it and keep it till I die and pass it on then
hopefully to my two sons who will keep it in the family
a wooden bench seat with a lighthouse with many fond memories.
7-22-17
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