Happy Birthday, Mom
My mother’s 108 today
not here, but wherever she lives now
since she left in a hurry in the company
of Mary the Mother and Jesus the Son.
I have that in writing from her,
she who continues to appear
in dreams that write themselves
as does this poem now
under my pen in hand, she
the instructor, fully inspired
with and by, what and whom
she knows now in ways she did not
then, before a new broom
swept her clean away.