LOIS
My mother was
gracious about life and death.
Nothing scared
her, detained her,
Obstructed her,
refrained her.
It gave me a
thrill
Just to hear
her.
All her days
were spent in the development of natural elegance.
I had my
teachers, over the years––
Exceptional,
profound teachers.
She was all of
them rolled into one
And
then a little something extra.
The cut of her
communication was from
A
different cloth than even the great poets.
Her spirit was
as strong as one of those buddhas
That died in the
lotus position.
She knew it as
all who love love all who love.
Spoken word version from Homage.
Copyright © 2007 by Jim Cohn.