How you would have loved the combos of the fruit
and cheese trays
I consider the avocado and quietly weep
I know that these were a treat to us both,
And how you would put French dressing on top.
It was a happiness.
Now, in the sleep of death,
You're not able to taste a thing,
And I wish that you had had more avocados,
And that I had brought more of them to you.
I pass by and feel grief at
The tiramisu sorbet -
I got to spoon the tiniest amounts of it
Into your beautiful, precious mouth,
Mom,
There in your hospice room.
I remembered when you were doing better with eating some,
And that you liked it.....
I walk by racks of clothing that you won't
Be partaking of, this side of Armageddon.
I see a large, overflowing potful of beautiful
Fall flowers,
And they pain me with sadness -
I hate that you can't see them.
I also hate that I deleted your phone messages,
Beautiful, joyful, irreplaceable Mom messages
Of love, thanks, and sharing.
Now, I am desperate to hear and remember
Your gentle voice,
Your joy,
Your concern,
Your empathy,
Your funny jokes.
Sickness and death - you are enemies of mine.
Jehovah, please make them GONE, soon.
Please bring dead loved ones, like my Mom,
Back to life here again then, soon -
I passed on promises of paradise to her,
That she and I would create
A gigantic picnic together.....
This and more.....
Amen.
