Richard Evans Poet Villanelle

She Moved Upstairs

our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
the foundation that supports all our lives
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs

hands that can play Amazing Grace with flair
a melody that will lift and suprise
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there

she bakes her cakes with a dollop of air
not to mention those sweet potato pies
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs

there is this look, I guess you could say stare
she will give when dissecting truth from lies
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there

take nothing from her, but ask and she'll share
faith in God rests behind Midwestern eyes
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs

her framed picture holds a lock of brown hair
and seems to speak to us her words so wise
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs

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Susan Ashley October 11, 2024 at 7:46 AM Dear Richard, your verses weave a beautiful, moving tribute to "momma" who "moved upstairs".. soft, reverent, reminiscent, loving emotions flow from your words. I especially adore "she bakes her cakes with a dollop of air" -I can imagine how much you miss her airy cakes and "faith in God rests behind Midwestern eyes" -I can sense a steely strength in her lovely eyes. Your poignant poem brings her to life for me so beautifully. She lives on through your thoughts and poetry. Warmest wishes my dear friend.. ~Susan Richard Evans October 11, 2024 at 10:47 AM Thank you dear friend. Yes my mother lives on for me and my family in the book "Prosopography In Blue". Thanks again Susan and God Bless.........................peace!

Tonye George March 24, 2024 at 8:55 PM Lovely tribute Ricky. I loved the "she moved upstairs." She lives forever. Richard Evans April 22, 2024 at 8:57 PM Thanks Tonye. Not a day goes by that I do not think of her. Thanks again...............peace!

Kelly Deschler January 17, 2024 at 7:37 PM A unique and beautiful tribute to your Momma... I can relate so well to this... Really good work, Ricky :) Richard Evans January 28, 2024 at 7:22 PM Thank you Kelly. I carry my mother with me wherever I go. Thanks again...................peace!

I Am Anaya December 7, 2023 at 8:40 AM Touching and warm, Ricky. The fourth stanza shows she's no-nonsense woman. I can smell her sweet potato pie! A tribute filled with love for her, may she rip. I love the title too. Peace, my friend. I Am Anaya Richard Evans December 7, 2023 at 1:18 PM Thank you my friend. I love my mother dearly. Happy Holidays........................peace!

The Situation September 4, 2023 at 9:55 AM I looked again and I noticed I read it before. this time remembering church members. Sally our organ player. Vonzie who made the pound cake. The hands on women who satisfied the sences. Not just the ears and the mouth but also the eyes and the nose. there are lots of womem upstairs waiting. Richard Evans November 17, 2023 at 12:54 AM My friend all I try to do when I write poems is to trigger emotion, stimulate thought, and showcase a command of craft. Thanks for stopping by.................peace!

The Situation August 27, 2023 at 2:10 PM I loved this. The midwest, Played music. I'm totally related. Richard Evans August 27, 2023 at 4:25 PM Thank you my friend. My mom was a neat lady.