mom poem

do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
he's gone
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
in the dark and peace of my final bed
dear wife
i despise my friends more than you
quietly, with reverance, in awe
a look is but a ray
weak-winged is song
let me move slowly through the street
white foam flower, red flame flower
tell me less or tell me more