Lucy

 Foundation of the piece.

Mother's play such an integral, important part of a child's early life. And expands into everything else.

If you're lucky.

This piece is just a simple representation of that lasting legacy.

Did your mother leave a secret room in your heart, where she still lives?

Title:

Lucy

(A lone voice whispers)

I once held tightly

With small arms

 

A white candle that burnt with the heavenly perfume of total joy

Loved lighting and embracing its light whenever she called around

My mother

Lucy 

To my bedroom to tell me such remarkable childhood stories

Hold my hand

When I was her little boy

When Love burnt so bright

And that flame seemed to last throughout 

Every long scary night

But now that heavenly flame no longer burns

For to Heaven's Great Gates

She has returned

So here I am

In Saint Paul's

Lighting a votive candle

This Sunday

As I enter its four alabaster walls

For even though my white candle has gone out

And the long nights 

Seem so much more darker

Our deep love forever takes a more profound meaning 

Whenever I see her beautiful face 

In our favourite silver Elsa Peretti picture frame

We picked together last May 

On the twenty-first 

At Tiffany & Co

When my wife and I covered her 

In our pink and blue wedding confetti 

The first lady to love me when God sent me

To go 

Face the trials and tribulations 

That comes with living on the earthly plane

And now that deep love resonates and vibrates into oblivion 

For even though she had to depart 

She now lives forever in a secret room

In the centre of our beating hearts

Proudly smiling and watching 

Me and my Kelley

As our 

love for us

And her

Like an eternal white rose

Too Blooms

(C)

Copyright John Duffy