Kim Rodrigues Poet Free verse

The Ninth Spoke To Me

Mama taught me to remember the celebrations 
The ninth spoke to me
Remember me
Remember him, who sits alone
with his purple urn
Her ashes, not the same
The clinks and cheers,
a shame
Her lips would sip from his glass
He’d plant a kiss
The honor, we miss
Now, near her frame, her smile inhabits
the room, but mama’s presence
is ash, contained
Wedded bliss so missed

1/12/2022

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Caren Krutsinger January 18, 2023 at 2:30 AM Sadly I understand this too well "mama’s presence is ash, contained" - my mother has been in heaven three years in ten days. Kim Rodrigues March 23, 2023 at 11:22 AM I missed your touching response, Caren! Hugs ~ Kim

Victor Buhagiar January 13, 2023 at 12:06 PM Good to remember your mother. I often think of her and her husband. Hugs. Kim Rodrigues January 13, 2023 at 12:53 PM You’re so wonderful! You are often in my thoughts and prayers too xxoo

Joseph P. DiMino January 13, 2023 at 7:44 AM I think mothers hold the world together, in a good way. Sacred is such a heart. Blessings. Kim Rodrigues January 13, 2023 at 12:52 PM They do! Thanks, Joe!

Sotto Poet January 13, 2023 at 7:02 AM Your memorial is beautifully written, Kim; it is heartfelt and kind, and it is filled with vivid flashbacks. Kim Rodrigues January 13, 2023 at 7:40 AM Thank you, Lasaad!

Gershon Wolf January 12, 2023 at 6:49 PM Shakespearian, Kim! 'Remember Me!' (End of Act 1, 'Hamlet.') ~ gw Kim Rodrigues January 12, 2023 at 8:08 PM I don’t even know what to say…

Evelyn Judy Buehler January 12, 2023 at 4:13 PM Your tender, loving tribute, infused with sweet memories, is wonderfully written, Kim. Kim Rodrigues January 12, 2023 at 4:34 PM Thank you, Evelyn!

Jeff Kyser January 12, 2023 at 3:33 PM It is weird when they are gone, but frankly, I’m glad we buried the ashes. A nice piece, Kim Kim Rodrigues January 12, 2023 at 4:34 PM Eventually, but hopefully not soon because my parents will go together to the same burial sight where they lived and were born. Thank you, Jeff.