Just a momentary glimpse....
Just a momentary glimpse back .....
on February 14, 2007. ©-MFB III
He grinned at me
over some "off the cuff" link
I had just made with him,
a connection long sought
a verbal spar,
as he stood poised
between a child and teen.
Not an easy reach
for a farther, a father.
Hair hanging lanky, in his blue green eyes,
lips spread like no end.
He grinned at my remark,
not remarkable by his standards,
but funny enough
to crack that mask of adolescence,
long enough to let me see
my little boy again.
Orphan of Ashes...A glimpse back at Mom.
on March 14, 2007. © -MFB III
Her Mu-Mu hangs in the closet
like a really loud shower curtain
and sometimes it calls me to sniff it,
recapturing the scent of her.
It carries a faint trace of her perfume,
in the huge flowered prints it bears.
A pair of white canvas loafers sits below it,
right where she stepped out of them
and into enternity.
A couple of paperbacks with weak spines,
lie open on the page she paused at.
One might almost expect her to waltz in
and shimmy into this garish garment,
slip on her loafers
and just pick up on chapter four.
But she's tucked neatly in an urn,
on a coffee table at my sisters,
Now she's surrounded by silk flowers
much like the ones on this Mu-Mu.
I can't bring myself to
throw this stuff away,
it's all that I have left of Mom.
A couple of K-mart leftovers,
some gothic horror novels,
and the ashes of a love that was
beyond all expectations.
So I close the door on this moment in time,
framed like a still life painting
minus the centerpiece,
in the back hall of my humbled abode.