A CAROL TO MOM
She had a golden touch,
which explained the richness of her living.
Her heart was open just enough,
to give out all the love that was needed
for the right here and now.
Her soul she would feed with only triple washed,
certified organic, gospel be damned truth.
Her soul was pure.
She was always on the lookout
for scraps, discards and rejects.
She found uses for all of these,
never related and connected only by the fact
that they all added layers to her nest.
Little feathers added one by one
brought warmth and comfort.
She kept this quiet with only subtle mention,
but radiated it with her glow
of peace, hope and understanding.
She reached out far enough
so you would always know
that her hand was there, waiting.
Her voice was much like the soft summer song
of early morning nature.
She had a silver lining,
but it never came with a storm.
Her only complaint was of not enough hours.
Our complaint was,
there was not enough of her.
She was an original,
first and only version,
pure joy and now gone.
By Steve Haarman
November 6, 2019
REMEMBERING A WONDERFUL MOTHER
AND BEAUTIFUL BRIDE
Steve Haarman 