We all know the idiot from Quebec
On the scale of things a hummingbird
An Eagle, a worm I suppose a gnat
Tormenting egos is his game
Not a poet nor has he fame
But dying and death are a reality
So forget the misplaced honor of poetry
Monica I am sorry about your brother
I lost so young a sister and a mother
That of course I know what you are going through
And from reading poets posts I know we all do
Let the gnat circle around his own stew
This week I lost two more--Praying Mantis garden
Two more Lillie's in the garden added too
The only advice I can give to you
In the time left give all the love you can
With Mom I thought she would live forever
Cancer gave me two weeks to show my love
My Sister died so sudden I had no time
So I planted her favorite praying Mantis Lilly
Did she know--? it blooms each spring to let me know
And bows before my mother's favorite red rose
The gnat flies around in endless shame
The gnat knows no one cares about his self proclaimed fame.