MOTHERS DAY: Pearl of Great Price

this year

take a posie

to your mom

wherever she might be

This poem came today from a sewer raccoon reader, A Dr. of Div. friend:

"Hail, Racoonteur, full of grace!

from the Bent, full of disgrace -
i place in your hands
(or really just on your screen)
my just writ bit
in sympathy to old high school buddy
whose mother,
my mother's coworker ans collator at the printing company in Sheboygan
where both were laboring to get their sons through college,
just shed this mortal coil
and sprang her spring to the spring beyond. . ."

REFRAIN ON THE LOSS OF LORRAINE

Out of the depths of winter,

when warmth and wombs and mothers

go,or just are lost under ice and snow,

God smiles,

and now a few tulips

up and open beside the house,

rising from the grave of the frozen ground, like my mom's,

as I am certain

that through the curtain of death and pain,

you, as I do, now see Lorraine

young again, flowering and nurturing,

opening her womb

to the new births of Nancy and Bill

as Jesus opened the tomb

to the new births for her

and for all of us.

Let the tulips

and the two lips

of us boys-to-men

from Sheboygan

say amen!

[TOM BENTZ]