Lucky You Escaped This Mother
Warm on this October day, as I enter the place my mother does not lie.
Her body is not here either, but a tombstone is, so I give a deep sigh.
If I speak to her, will she hear my thoughts? I think yes, and so I do.
The breeze is nonexistent, the sky a beautiful hue of baby blue.
So mother, if you can hear me, know it is a beautiful day down here.
Mother Nature is preparing a path for winter that is exceedingly clear.
The trees are turning the colors of tangerines, bananas and a stop sign.
This place is peaceful, calming. The heart you hear beating is mine.
You missed the pandemic and the riots, mother, and I am so glad for you.
Nothing is as easy now, things are sad. People are dying and blue.
As I sit here next to your stone, I wonder about all the things that were.
There is such a reverence for this place. I feel that it is crisp and pure.
So much to tell, and I have all the time in the world. I have to ask,
What would you say about all of this turmoil and the fight of the mask?
I am glad you escaped Mom. I know the end was a horrible fix.
But the joyful, carefree, unencumbered world as you knew it does not exist.
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