'The tenth day
Of the tenth month'...
Was forever my mother's birthday:
... And once upon a time
(Eleven years ago),
In the midst of our prime,
We joyously observed it
As a numerically matchless
'Triple 10' soiree.
It was her 81st,
And the fallow fields
Were still soft and warm;
The red maples danced
In the autumn breeze;
Butterflies floated by,
Then, and again;
The nearby marsh grass
Whispered with bees,
As we drove southward
(On 10-10-10)...
Departed for years,
I ponder what she knows;
October, it's said,
Reveres
A SUMMER ROSE
Like no other:
[Sigh]
...
In a
few more months we'll tally
(Yet) another year gone by
Then shall we grieve for that final
Placid petal beneath the dimming sky?
-OR-
" To Autumn's
languid sun and rain
When
all the world is on the wane ? "
Oh! Let the true joy of
The long dead child
Sing burning,
Smoldering,
Into the fiery sun !!
written by L.P.-G.
