John's Poem for me on Mother's Day

John's Poem for me on Mother's Day


How long I wandered and how lonely
amidst the stark and soulless statues
so lifelike - walking, breathing, laughing
I thought they were real, and could love

Blaring words stream always from their stone cold lips
a field of dead flowers, a symphony of cacophony
Fine wine goblets with ashes to sip

A daisy flower spoke as the sun
her song of words flowed forth with meaning
And bathing in her conversation, I found I loved her

This daisy girl sang me songs in speech
songs with meaning of thought with consequence
and prized each truth that I could teach

This is then my wife Diane
Not like the statue girls of stone
wanting to make each man her own
then carving him into their televised man
but a soul with my soul bound once again