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.