THE CYCLE
(For Mom)

This one is of an angelical scene,
With life closing in all directions,
And grouped together to tell a story,
Beautifully solace and totally serine.

Flowers are tied, and go full circle,
 Signifying that life continues on,
Regenerating always within a continual song.
Rhythm and rhymes with pitches of sorrow,
And promises of love if she had seen tomorrow,
But this tune transcends that chance is gone. 

When the tears fall from their eyes,
 It travels the path upon the skin.
When the many of mourn continue to cry,
 It is never perceived as a sin,
For the drops are consumed,
 And the cycle continues once again. 

The one is in her best dressed suit,
Near the flowers and near the tears,
There’s nothing left for her to fear.
She was delivered by her maker,
And this same one was her taker,
And towards the Heavens he will steer. 

And again full circle we cry the tear.