The Phoenix

a bird,

a flame in the night,

a beacon.

who would have thought,

who would have dreamt,

that one person could in fact

create a legacy.

faith,

hope,

love,

inspiring yet fragile,

smiling yet blind,

humming,

snapping pictures,
each frame a reflection of your soul.

faces,
people,

yours, mine and ours.
lake front,

relatives,

each scrambling,

each trying

to maintain the dream

pathways of love you created

your face,

a piece of me.

a reflection,

that stares back at me in the mirror.

can I fly like you?

will we all uphold family?
in a place where your ashes

gently smolder in the light

of a new century.

I miss you Mama!