13th day NaPoWriMo… I think it no coincidence that my Popzee, transitioned the same day my brother did one year ago yesterday morning.
In Celebration Of Popzee
Our heads bumped like rams on a mountain top
The sound of us silenced by her want for us
to find our common
It was the common that brought our heads together
She made our ways familiar for the familial
celebration to bringing us down
from that mountain battle
in wraps of her love us tender
in the wide heart of giving
The bully of you pushed hard,
laid down laws,
sorted your commands,
as you saw fit to make your way the way.
In a way that diverged from mine and ‘hers’
In the way that keeps the fear of losing
control of all that hard work
all that sacrifice.
When the bully put ‘that’ hat on in self
righteous intellect to make lesser of
a poet’s heart in her art
of colourful finesse.
In sweet tender the burst of you in an
open heart, with a lion’s roar you gave
love’s dedication to all
that made cherish to
what lived so grandly
within your old soul.
Generous in the giving,
quick to stand
for differences in the unique of life’s
quest to how the Grail gave it’s call to
those that wander and are never lost
for what wisdom is within
is the wisdom
of eternal life.
Our sameness made for all our differences
a magnified bellow of who would win.
For her, I laid my wretch down.
For her, I held my tongue.
For her, child of her womb,
I found my way to love you
in spite of your hard pushes
in the ‘right’ of your ways
on the path to love myself.
And on this mountain top
of battles long ago fought
I salute you on to your new life
in Heaven’s luminous light
In the everlasting knowing
that we will meet again.
I love you
MOM AND JACK