This poem was born September 27, 2015, on the day of a blood moon (i.e. a rare total lunar eclipse).
There was also a blood moon in November 1928.
blood moon birth day
a poem by punkie
born the second of your
mother’s three daughters
you are the one who howled
her way into this world on
a crisp autumn ‘day like
today’ in 1928
you were named for her
and her mother before her
and her mother’s mother and
maybe more in a long line
of hale Marys of which
i am the last
fiery red hair matched
your cat-green eyes and
fetchingly crooked teeth
to endear suitors and soul
sisters alike in the full
party of your life
straight lines elude you but
you still sing million of songs
though much of your mind
is gone in dementia off
and on and in which
i am the lost
tonight you are the one
for whom a bloody moon
eclipses the birth of an 88th year
and signs the time of auspicious
finds or promises a harvest
that comes far too soon
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Hi Susan,
I wanted to take a minute to thank you for all the wonderful stories and your journey. God Bless you.
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Thanks so much Cheryl. It was a good day ❤
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Wonderful tribute birthday poem for your mom! Thanks Susan.
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Thanks Michael ❤
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I see from the comments that you had a good day. So happy for that!
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Yeah, we spent a couple of magical hours together – more to come in the next two posts… ❤
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