(reposted because ....of love)
The Everlastingness of Love
Dear mother long gone help me,
it is time for new beginnings,
no more burnt orange
and brown of the room,
be gone the dullness of the day.
All your paintings in the closet
stacked in dust and cobweb covers,
they will add some color to this room.
Upon the floor spread like stamps
your paintings where you wrote your heart song
now cover the envelope of my dull beige rug,
color transformed into red and purple,
deep blue and periwinkle.
To heck with okra, I will have
and this almost black red of rose
and here the foggy gray mist of ocean.
I am trapped in the middle
of a room of rainbows.
I am not a child,
weep for the child in me,
for the wife who almost sold her soul,
then weep no more.
I have called forth new beginnings
crossed out days that made for sadness.
Rejoice in the everlastingness of love.
In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.