gkpoetry

A recent funeral, perhaps relief,
A lovely woman, loving mother lost
The war against mutations long concealed
And spread beyond her amputated breast.

Daughter has lost the soul of prescient poise,
Who so assuredly informed her voice.
With her cherished nurture will she become
A spring of grace and hope? Already is.

Who will explain the son’s bewilderment
About love’s meaning, passion for another,
Or some other intricacy of life?
Moms’ gentle tips of intuition are

The stuff of memories most dearly held.
Perhaps a score of years immersed in lovely
And loving has prepared the ground enough.
And older sister might pinch hit at times.

I met their mother just one time, and Oh,
She seemed to glow with grace and holiness.
A tragedy, her children’s loss enormous,
Endowments, I’m certain just as profound.

After school play is done,
A game of football won,
Touch, four guys a side, run
Fast, go long, catch it, fun.

Back home again by dusk,
Shoes off, outside, back porch,
His mother often brusque.
The awning light a torch,

Yellow relief for slate.
Gazed, woods, a big old tree,
Wondered about his fate.
Someday, out he’ll go, free.

Headlong straight down the stairs he sailed,
Lightly brushing the padded rails,
Abruptly reached bottom and grazed
The prominent knob, slightly dazed.
The front door wide open, he gazed
And gazed awed by glistening swales
Of arum–dark pasture, abode
Of his sirens and future woes.

Hype, tripe, and where were we with all our might?
Ineptitude, why not removed beforehand?
Benghazi corpses came a ghastly night.

Agendas warped, the media highlight.
The mainstream wants synapse-numbed, brainwashed fans!
Hype, tripe, and where were we with all our might?

Aggrandize does Hollywood award nights,
Rehashed events about a paltry Iran.
Benghazi corpses came a ghastly night.

Those TV housewives surely are a fright,
Their fans, their plans, and Oh, of course, their man.
Hype, tripe, and where were we with all our might?

Adroit politicos neglect the blight
And for our dollars open greasy hands.
Benghazi corpses came a ghastly night.

Ignored and vanquished soon without our sight
Restored, our minds resolved to fit demands.
Hype, tripe, and where were we with all our might?
Benghazi corpses came a ghastly night.