Coda



 
 
{Mother the years go bye,,, I never visit your grave today,,, Father the years do cry,,, I never visit your grave today...}
Your graves are everywhere I am, I think and I am or Being is not...
My Mother, my Father you are each here in that which has gone bye... I am and I am not you in what you were I aM and being that may not be...
When I was a child life was sometimes cruel, harsh and inconsiderate of my childish impressions, but it all felt real the dream that is being...
Now so many years have passed, so many versions of the I that is not. Today writing this looking backwards, looking inwards, reflections deepening...
Mother I never knew how to save you from the World from my Father from the being of yourself, I never knew how to live inside the eye of I.
Father I never knew how to reach you inside the mind behind the will that bent and bothered the I you were before you died and...
Never visit your grave my Father, my Mother there is no I to ever visit your grave...
Only inside behind the mind of the eye that sees all and my am I able to honor and revisit the time and the byes and the graves of pain, and love and light
and dark and death to say good-bye to both the you and I..my Mother my Father..
 
 




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-09-21 at 00:01

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