Mom text me this morning

said
you are gone
from this
plane
I am sure
some
thousands of lightyears
from here
a scientist peers eagerly
through telescope
exclaiming at the brilliance
of Supernova
lighting the distant skies
she 
is 
awed
humbled
at the viscerally exquisite
greens, reds, blues, yellows
orange
violet
of your vibrant dance 
caught
in regal 
embrace
with ether
dwarfing sun 
planet
stars
milky
ways

 

times pause

 

earth's axis
tilted
tectonic plates
cease their shift

 

the boat
of a million years
halts
its passage

 

the wind stills
itself
mid-whisper
through the trees

 

All 
in reverence

 

the only vibration
heard
felt
seen

 

Maya.

 

amorphous

 

spirit

 

unconfined

 

permeating the porous 
DNA
of
space-time

 

You

 

are

 

in

 

every

 

breath

 

of

 

me.

 

It be fitting 
that 
Mom
who first placed
I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS
in my tiny hands
who bought me
the four pack of 
your books
who opened my eyes
heart mind soul
to you
would
be the one to tell me
you had gone.

 

I am inconsolable now.

 

It is you
the way you
revealed 
all of you
on page
tears 
sorrows
victory 
joy
Self made bare
and I drank you in
through all of my
senses you gave me

 

purpose

 

and courage
made me visible
in my deepest
night

 

teaching me
to uncover
revealing
vulnerability 
is the
myrmidon 
of strength

 

made me
keep going
before I
even knew
how
phoenix
does rise
from
ash

 

gave me hope

 

gave me hope

 

I still want to 
be you

 

when

 

I

 

grow up.

 

playing hide-and-seek
with courage
maybe it
finds
me 
today

 

maybe hope lingers still

 

maybe this flower blooms

 

I know for sure
you would not
leave
before your work
is done

 

must be you're
confident
the seeds
are rooted 
deeply
in fertile soil
conditions for its bloom
mightily at hand

 

you trust 
we received
what you planted within us

 

we will flower according 
to plan.

 

thank

 

you

 

Mama
Doctor
Ancestor

 

Maya Angelou

 

upon
whose
shoulders
we
stand.

 

i

am sure

 

many 
poems will be written today.

 

renowned wordsmiths 
artisans
will mark this day 
with 
untethered tongue

 

let this imperfect poem 
be among
those myriad 
candlelit 
lanterns
released to the sea

 

reminding you 
of 
the
power purpose significance
of your

 

very 
Existing.

 

every breath of me is you.

 

i love you

 

Shaunelle

 
Copyright (c) 2014 Shaunelle C. Curry

 

 

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