Every morning Staci called her Mom at nine
"How's your day what are you doing today?"
The kids are at school she is on the way to work
Mother's Day she wrote a poem, "My Mother my best friend."
On my list of poems the poem I did not write
I added it next: "My Mother My Best friend."
It was a tragic accident a speeding car
Drugs and insane man committing suicide
Staci did not call her Mother that morning
Mom and kids were in the car following
The motor home went up in flames
Mom rushed in too late the kids watched in horror
The Motor home in flames the driver trapped
Staci would want this--life has gone on
Both kids in college with extended family
With my Grand kids Granddaughter boyfriend
and two half brothers and Sister
Wazoo is family
Born March 21, 1968 died August 21 2002
This Poem was published in the International Whose Who of Poetry
It was written in bright sunny skies at the Memorial. I watched
as Her children ten and eight sending balloons skyward
My heart followed the Balloons skyward
Staci immemorial
To Soar
To Seek
Embrace the Sky
Alas
No Wings Have I!
Her Walk so gentle
Yet aloft
As a baby bird on it's maiden flight
Her voice
So Soft
A mere whisper in the Night
No more beautiful woman I must say
As beautiful coming towards
As the day the Lord took her away
Each morning at nine o'clock I wish I could call
all those I love and share the day. For the day
I won't be there for the ones I love. Staci's Mom calls
us everyday at nine I am passing on the love to you. It
is nine and I am calling Staci guiding my hand./dandy