I try not to repeat old poetry.
This day in time will be special,
A beautiful young lady who was born,
March 21,1968, Staci Jo Glein Yager.
She died young, August 21 2002;
She left behind a Mother, two children
and a husband. Her dying was senseless,
An accident it was said. The driver of
a Porsche, at excessive speed hitting
the Motor home she was driving head on.
Her mother, and children in the vehicle
following. This poem was written watching
her children letting balloons soar to
pale blue skies to find their mother in
heaven.
To Soar
To Seek
Embrace the sky
Alas no Wings have I
Her walk so gentle
Yet aloft
As a bird on its maiden flight
Her voice so soft
A mere whisper in the night
No more beautiful woman
I must say than she as beautiful
coming towards as the day
She was taken away
It cannot be found in my book, "Wombs of the Same Mother!"
I was told no poem already published could be considered.
but reality is it should have been. The painful realities
of why a poet writes in the first place. It surely is not
for fame and fortune