I've now come to conclusion I'm in love with the moon
enthralled by it's beauty, disappointed by upper crust
and and now concluding, acknowldging blessings strewn
financilly poor, but in wisdom rich, as in God we trust
In confining solitude I once was a hermitess
having poetic thoughts and rejections arrayed
eventually in curiosity venturing into wilderness
after to God for guidance I had prayed.
My mother,bless her resting soul,who passed'way quietly
alway used to say I'm poet&know it,though now shes free
from worldly sorrows having heeded God's call,
sadly even the tall even fall,her I loved dearest o'all
Tragically this sorrowful existence ceases as 'twere
as no mortal being can inevitable death deter
and though I last greeted her as see you tomorrow,
oblivious was I of imminent impending sorrow.
Even today I cry thinking of her
and pay tribute for there's no one nobler,
she'dtold me they can take anythin,but not my knowlegde
I miss her dearly until in heaven I will her beauty see
