Brothers
He often spoke of our little brother,
he wondered what his life
would have been like if he had lived.
He was the only son of a proud Scottish family.
It carried a large burden on his shoulders,
when his Father became ill …
Time carried the loss with him until he was an old man.
He would ride his black Harley and stand by the tombstone.
Always by himself, he would diligently stay on his knees,
clearing the leaves as though it cleared the pain of loss.
He would place flowers , and later say they would end up missing.
So, he would return to place them again and again.
Now the little brother’s grave will grow silent,
the leaves will start to gather, as no one will be there.
The old man has passed on and will not return.
One would hope, they are walking and talking ,
catching up on the past of eternity of all they have missed.
Now, he is at peace, as he has found his brother and
his brother has found him.
Birthday
A candle on her favorite food
Lit on this her 10th year passing
I sit and wonder in the quiet moment
No birthday song to wish a lasting
Wishes for the future gone
As the days have passed quickly
And you are not here to belong
At this table of celebration
Yet it is for you and only you
Leaving loved ones with their own
deliberation.
©️. CMM 2021
Morning
I woke
A morning pulls me to go out of doors
And stand among the cosmos
To allow the lights to christen
Into promise, will I be witness?
God is listening,
The universe displays his breath.
Shhh, it says,
Pray.
© CMM. 2020
Haiku
Morning sun rises
My soul’s shade is lightened now
No rain weigh it down .
Copyright © CMM. 2019
I lost a long time friend last night. I woke this morning to the news. So this afternoon I went to a movie as a day out and distraction. The name of the movie was ” Mule” with Clint Eastwood, there were 2 take-away sentences. One was ” how old would you be if you did not know the year you were born?” The other, ” you cannot buy time”
All Souls
An autumn morning with
crisp awareness of summer past.
Brings to memory how
the saints soon hover and last.
Orange pumpkins lay to rot
Along the porch and drive.
While chapel bells ring
calling ‘All Souls’, who still survive.
Copyright © CMM 2018
“My Apologies” — Rudyard Kipling 1932
Rudyard Kipling
"Master, pity they servant !
He is deaf and 3 parts blind.
He cannot catch thy commandments.
He cannot read Thy mind.
Oh, leave him not to his loneliness;
nor make him thy kitten scorn.
He hath none other God than Thee
since the year that he was born .
Lord look down on they servant!
Bad things have come to pass.
There is no heat in the mid-day sun,
nor health in the way side grass.
His bones are full of an old disease-
his torments run and increase.
Lord, make haste with thy lightenings
and grant him quick release."
—-Rudyard Kipling, ‘ His Apologies ‘ 1932
Another Place
I walk upon the canvas
the gray and green elephants
walk around me.
Always in dimensional lights
of bright and then dim
the gathering of familiar faces
was all that I could see.
I look to see upstairs to find
and you were not there.
I continued down the stairs
the face of your adversary
standing fatter and pompous.
A distant call was hung into space
I heard the gritty sound of ignorance,
I heard the sound of disgrace.
I never saw but knew.
I asked this fatter one where,
where were you?
He turned to another and gave directions
I could no longer contain the pain,
as I beat upon his chest and
cried with years of disdain…
Copyrighted: CMM 2016
Eagle and Child Inkling 