A Poem

An Elegy to Mrs. Richards

By T.R Frazier

I did not know you all that well,

You were my mother’s age.

In my mind I can not see

The shade of your hair or eyes,

But I loved you.

I loved your kindness

As you taught the jump and king

Of checkers on a summer porch.

But far beyond I love the love

You shared with my heartbroken

Mother.

You sang and soothed

From your celestial suite

Of the joy and majesty

That is to come.

You told my dreaming mother

All is well,

All is beautiful,

Everything is alright.

My mother wept,

Seeing heaven in eyes

I cannot remember, but love.