Mother died today. And I am no Camus.
\nShe danced along her way, begun in twenty-two.
\nA raving farm girl beauty, with rabbits in her yard,
\nand pledged to family duty, life later became hard.
\nA mother to her brother, who’d always be a child,
\nshe jumped too soon at marriage, and that’s when things got wild.
\nShe lived a whirlwind fantasy in fifties social scenes.
\nHer husband grew in power. They had fun and they had means.
\nBut marriage cracked by loving lacked and someone had to fall.
\nShe wound up in an institution, slave to alcohol.
\nFaith and pure determination put her back on track.
\nFather found her with the next door neighbor, in the sack.
\nPost divorce, she moved from city to a trailer park.
\nThere she grew back into life, escaping from the dark.
\nShe went back to school, acted in plays and modeled, too.
\nShe took photographs which now expressed her lightened view.
\nShe went back to church, went back to work and really flourished.
\nOld age gradually snuck in, but with her spirit nourished,
\nshe remained a dignified and always loving presence.
\nNow she’s with the flowers, which have always been her essence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"