Awakening to this new day
thinking of my Mom
the many things I’d like to say
remembering She’s gone
not one poem that I write
no grand accomplishment
equal what she’s done for me
and that I do regret
R.S.H. 1/3/47-1 /8/2016
(R.I.P. Mom. You’ve more than earned it.)
I could answer your many questions, still you would have no knowledge.
They are my answers and don’t belong to you.
I could tell you all the rules of honor, and you would not live honorably.
Honor can only be earned and cannot be given.
I could speak of Gods and teach you the words of my prayers, yet you would have no religion.
Those prayers are sacred only in my mouth.
I could tell you what love is, and you would not know it.
You must see it in me before you can.