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

I once held tightly
With small arms

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

Loved reigniting 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 and shines like a light from a familiar candle

I once held tightly
With small arms

A white candle that burnt with the heavenly perfume,

Of total joy
When I was her little boy

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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