For Helen Marie Budros
1922-1984
Paper Moons,
Tear them up Terry,
Helen of Crete,
The face that launched us all,
The Student Prince,
singing both parts,
Down the street, children follow, calling after
"Oh, Lana!" after Lana Turner
The nightclubs where, with hennaed hair
and fox stole, you stole the show, where
the spot light reserved to shine on stars and twould stop the band
stopped when you crossed the room, lit you and and followed you because and even though
you could all on your own
light up the room and
all could marvel at your striking beauty
Too much strength, become weakness
Too tough, yet soft, lovely
Streetwise, elegant
Sharper than most, shining on both sides.
Multifaceted brilliance.
Humor surprising
Joy like beams of light through clouds
A fighter, my advocate. Unafraid
of everything, except being too alone with her sadness and loss.
Wind beneath my wings,
Angels stole my wind
too early
too long since
your lovely smile, and happy twinkling eyes
have been any more than a memory
your broken heart, followed
eventually by your brokenness
until
your were taken from us
too early
so that I nearly
never want to be
early again
Mother of Seven, bereft set adrift loser of one, Great Depression survivor, minor depression sucumber, sister to four, Electrician's Apprentice, Rosie the Riveter, War Widowed by the love of her life, and yet not leaving my Father in Viduity when she left us because, Fool that he was, in one way at least, he'd already left her, all of us, really, artist, writer, crossword puzzler, mathemetician, strong tea with milk- hot or cold, stronger coffee without, wearer of Mitsouko, mover of Mountains, classic beauty, master- with Helen Cook- of the streaming multiple simultaneous conversation, Dubbed- with Helen Cook, "Fountain of Useless Information" by Col. Cook, drinker of warm beer (also with Helen Cook), smoker, broken heart.
For my Mother. Happy Mother's Day, Mumma. I love you. I miss you. I wish you could see them; they're really beautiful, amazing. I know you love them. You're in them. I know they'd love you, too.
What a hauntingly beautiful photo… A classic beauty!
ReplyDeleteYou’ve left me nearly without words - this is a truly stunning poem, Circe. Absolutely one of the most dignified and elegant tributes I’ve ever read.
Hugs, and much love and light,
Amanda
This blew me away. So, so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
Thanks, Ciara.
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