Poem of the Month

Crepe Myrtle

Hot pink blooms dance
in delta breeze, spill confetti
among glossy foliage,
vivid metaphors that mimic
the jaunty scarlet jacket
mom wears within
polished oak casket.

Stubborn shrubs thrive
on soaring temperatures,
bounce back from hard winter frosts.
Mom defied her terminal prognosis,
obstinately endured for months,
refused to relinquish normal daily routines:
getting dressed to meet company,
putting on makeup.

Today we will bury her
among husband, mother,
daughter, granddaughter.
In the garden, Blue Lily of the Nile
surround flowering tree,
salute her ascending soul,
serve as regal reminders.

August 2017


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