Barbara’s son Ed
found his glory two weeks past.
Flies his spirit soul!
Left before fifty.
Chose simplicity and trust.
Flies his spirit soul.
Grief for mother deep.
Dark depths rise slowly up;
find sun to dazzle.
Oxidizes to
new growth: lily pads, sea weed…
flying spirit soul.
“Betty Boop”, channel
of Grace, not source of power;
Umbilical cord!