May Fifth 2019 a Personal Tribute

May Fifth, 2019, A Personal Tribute Known as Bubba and, she hapt tubby renown to savor livingsocial to five grandchildren, (now grown), my late mother fourteen journeys around nearest star died, nonetheless fought tooth, nail and bone years presence christened and known since November 13th, 1935, though last few years transformed her into a crone, yes Harriet Harris chose cremation, versus purchasing costly plot, plus an inert headstone departed realm of the living, her ashes long since scattered, linkedin, determined, foregone within conclave among wind deities, analogous to mourning doves doleful drone whipped urning's contents, sans cyclone, where remains got blown dispersed along favorite hiking trail adjacent to Revolutionary War Cider Mill ghosts of militia long since flown (situated within Arcola, Pennsylvania), this sole son January 13 mcmlix, whom ye birthed, forever alone within my emotional wilderness puberty, yours truly tried to postpone belated gratuity maternal nursing skills deployed to thwart anorexia, yet these latter days getting older prone to reckon eyes, how deathly frightened ye and papa felt, where grim reaper got called from me on his telephone mother intervened ghastly stentorian tone now, reminiscing tender loving care qualities, proffered, while warmed by hearthstone, though I always remained a stranger to thee as this Norwegian bachelor signs off from Lake Woebegone.