Out of the Box and Up to the Stars
Out of the Box and Up to the Stars
A certain sentimentality is par for the course
when talking of my mother.
We have had many years of being in our own boxes
separated by not only by space but time.
The time of Oregon shores is past
her face was one sweet smile.
A randomness to our minds
belies the steadiness of our hearts.
In my heart we are always holding hands
standing in the dark searching for UFO's in those dark skies.
She is always my guiding light
whether sick or well or in between.
It doesn't matter to me, to God, to page-turning Time.
Let's just put our hands together and watch those ghost lights shine.
Love to my mother
(The best person I know on this Earth)
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