For My Father’s Mother

On this day the ides have passed

Along with one Love lights its candle for.

A sweet surrender from mortal ties

That called itself a life.

And reminiscing such great affection

In the midst of years before…

Weeks of carefree chatter

And never ending what to do’s…

Where suppose does someone go

When He comes to take the gift

He gave with mercy?

And then it’s not s sorry sight

Except to know the vacancy.

Neither here nor there she is for now

And crying is not everything

But knowing how the beauty fell

And what’s there left to see

On silent nights a beast recalls

Is only but a memory