Profound misery played a silent doleful air
cremation chosed versus open casket bier
boyce brandon harris nearly
crumbled viz eemotional devasation clear
the innocent sweet heart
who played coy as decades lapsed
this Arthur Murray engenue remained dear
despite his rocksolid Gibraltor veneer
he could barely withstand the withering woeful wallop
zapped his wife (thy mum),
whose death his will to live didst sear
cuz for almost half a century, Harriet Harris, his spouse
and this only biological son
witnessed the first time witnessing ductile tear
drop trickled, runneled into a streamed and coursed down
the markedly, poignantly, significantly streamed torrent
more aged countenance
of mine papa asper her permanent absence
wrought his every spiritual fiber
negated, quashed totally
tubularaly whiplashed, zapped willpower
maximum threshold thrust depression, an invisible
hollowed graved, empty depressed cavity
within thy papa\'s quint
essentially robustly stout manliness
grief he did understandably wear
which emotion decried malignant ovarian Cancer
branding ache for more\'n year
when November thirteenth (month date,
she graced Brooklyn, New York
as a newborn via cervical debut )
rolls around, this surviving only heir
of birth family remembers
of her concocted gourmand haven
eighty three plus earth orbitz, the potpourri
preening patschke maven,
whose signature fancy feast no more
through passage of time lessened
lesson viz psychic scrunch
of sorrow might occasionally well up, no matter fine
prairie home companion gal
he befriended to mitigate
the psychological crunch
swansong when thine mum
bid eternal fare thee well
AGAINST EXTINGHISHED
FIRE IN HER BELLY WILL TO LIVE,
she got stole early mourning
by grim reaper a severe sucker punch
never receiving authentic endearments
(confession this heir professed attests)
even a simple acknowledgement,
as if I remained “out to lunch”
and cannot communicate the affection
never shown, only a sterile poem
one feeble reasonaly rhyming missive
a flirtatious instructor
during the ballroom post World War II zeitgeist
this near toe pointing effort testement,
whose unfeeling sangfroid guise
hence LOVE shown toward my mother,
always tucked away, I deprived
thy maiden America loving mom
a hidden caring hunch.