Dead mothers and previous son come together.... On this day...For my respect is on a scale teeter tottering to get my attention . I wonder about life sometimes...forgiving the unforgivable.

People that carry unwanted weight. Living for others is what we do. Mom told me that one day.

I still believe her..

See me when all is said and done. I still miss you. For you are dead.
All that I cared and shared.
All that I keep in my head.
Take my hand tell me fair.
Take a breath...hold our air.
Release..relax...He's almost here.
Curtain calls upon....resumes attached.
Conquest and beliefs in question.
Heed not but hasten to facts..truth..love.

For tis all joy..for all love . For things that can only be seen through eyes of compassion.
Readers of life... .breeders of joy. Hold on..it can only get worse.. Till then, all is in play.
I love you..till when all is hopeless. My hand will be there. Hands of rough, course, in solitude.
In sight is where I'll be. In the sun is where you'll be. Cause they'll be in the shadows.
Looking, lurking, without cause. Without pause.

Ah So--Tis here again, the rain, the soft sweet fermentation.
Buds in slumber...days of new!
Foods of old...will replenish the grounds. Rise...Rise....spring again.
Rejoice..celebrate death.
For tis life..in full monty..full view...full queue.
Be ashamed..it's adaptation.
Lose face ...lose friends.
Tis here again, the rain, the wisphers, the long dark.