Short Lillian Poems

I will never forget
when Mama Lillian said:
In Tanzania we feel joy
to share everything with one another,
even if what we are sharing
is simply our poverty....

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My mother was once a playful girl,
so pretty, framed in the laurel bush,
bent in laughter, smile unfurled 
for the black box camera, and all the world 
an oyster for my pretty mother,
pearl of Georgia, and her sister Lillian, 
yet to discover Time takes care 
of pretty and playful,and will 
attend to it:  Black box 
at the end of it....

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It’s my deathbed piano sonata 
Fond farewell I say to a lotta 
Note: At door there’s a fist-- 
A bouncer with the list 
Of any persona non grata  


Author's Note: This was inspired by my neighbor Lillian.  We were talking the other day about dying and the fact that certain relatives would not be welcome at the party--the ones who have been nothing but trouble in life.  Can't we at least enjoy our own demise?...

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(For Lillian who undermined my apology- never knew you were of blood)

Crimson was the closeness
As it felt so warm
Talking to you was the biggest bussiness
But now, you dont give me room

It was then when red had to change
And turn so gloomy
It's now as dark and I cant manage
Knows even mummy
its all gone
And never to be restored
So the wound
in my heart
 has become incurable and DEADLY

(I'm sorry)...

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Hidden from the light of stars
there sleeps my darling dead
and every passing day without her 
fills my heart with dread
her captivating hazel eyes
they used to shine so bright
I'd give the world to gaze in them 
as I fall asleep tonight
but she, a corpse without a grave
and I, a broken soul
I was bound to her and her to me
together we were whole
Now I'm the sun and she, the moon
together we cannot be
for now my darling Lillian
sleeps beneath the sea

(May, 2013)...

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