Mother and Dad

Mother was a beautiful soul. I miss her so. Mother was a beautiful woman and girl, go On and on I could. I would but there's Dad. Most of the time he was happy, sometimes sad. His big belly would belly laugh, grinning ear to ear. I hear his booming voice still in the still of night tears. Creeping out of house, quiet as a church mouse To walk and talk with friends. Coming into house One night, Dad offered to make me some pancakes. He thought I had insomnia. I didn't corrrect his mistake. Mother let me walk around the block smoking my cigarette. Been doing it for forty-three years without any regret. Mother would hide in the kitchen pantry to be funny. She lived in Jacksonville, Florida - so warm and sunny. She'd cook the most wonderful buffet dinners. She was no sinner. Just a winner. My dad too. He taught me how to tie my shoes and beat the blues. He taught me how to tell time and do chores for a dime. Childhood was a wonderful time for me. I was freedom. Kingdom comes, wonderful things come to those who wait. At the Golden Gate I will see Saint Peter, Jesus and God. My body is bread, my blood is wine. No shrine have I built. I have sinned. I have grinned. My life is without any guilt. One brother was born of my Mother and Dad. I'm glad I had the chance to love him with all my heart before he Passed on. He's with Mother and Dad now. I'm still me. A new family with kids and grandkids, a husband, father. On my new journey now, I will go ever farther and farther.