When my mother was plucked from the Earth,
I gazed with awe upon her falling floral red rose pedals,
And stood watching and marveled at her beautiful Sunset.
She was a center piece at house parties, and our family tree.
Her aroma of love filled the room like a sweet vanilla candle.
She danced like a turtle dove splashing in a sparkling fountain.
I savored her cooking, as I feasted on her acclaimed crispy tacos.
My youth was centered around my favorite television shows, but,
She labored tirelessly tidying her house, like beavers building a dam.
She spoke volumes with her friends and relatives like mountains echo.
She treated strangers with kindness, as unbelievers visiting a church.
As drummers march in step while following their band’s conductor,
She always attended worship services, & Bible reading with Praise.
Oh, how I long to see my beloved Mother’s heavenly reunion,
Like celebrating a newly born babe into this old world.
For now, I will cherish our memories, and live on.
Saying goodbye to her now, but not forever.
Darrel Venable
Divinity Poetry 