Mom died young at fifty four. She lived long enough to see me enter college.
She worked miracles finding me a basketball scholarship. I barely took the
time to get good grades in high school. Had no dreams of higher learning. Mom
was proud I served my country. I took a Creative Writing class. The teacher was
a inspiration. One of her assignments and she worded it this way, "I know some
of you have no love of poetry. So I well make a deal. I have tried for years to
have a poem published in Writers Magazine. If you are published you get an automatic
"A" for my class and do not have to take poetry. It was a facetious entry. I titled
is Trillions of Stars. It was my first poem published. Later when Mom died i changed
the title in her memory
In Memorial
Trillions of stars are painting the skies
Mere brushes entertaining the moon above
For beauty found in an Angel's eyes
Never dimming passion of Eternal love
God saith: "Forget her as love unbourne"
For in your heart lays a fool
This Especial Star for whom you Mourne
Has fallen to the Earth in dazzling hue
To this Earthly rest I take this Star in glowing flame
I leave behind others in the galaxies to take her space
Thine eyes, thy motion, to hear thye name
Forever is the void no Star can replace
Heah, it got me out of poetry class and was there the day
Mom died and had real meaning