Farewell, dear mother.
sweet be thy rest.
Mother,
the flowers growing out the ground
are not from your decaying body
Mother, those flowers come from your soul and brain.
mother,
Not only did your beauty grow flowers on the earth.
mother,
you planted flowers in everyone you met.
made sure to take care of them,
in me, father, grandfather, grandmother, so many people.
Mother, you put yourself into the earth
gave it everything you had to make it grow
Mother,
is thy rest sweet?
mother, though I said farewell
I still visit
still remember
how you read me bedtime stories
cooked the very best dinner
sang the most lovely tunes.
mother, this is not farewell.
mother, you live in me
the flowers you planted did not die.
will never die.
you will never die.
know you are still watering them
taking care of them
farewell dear mother,
sweet be thy rest.
but mother,
i feel you in the air
feel you in the sun.
feel you in the sky.
mother, are you here?
mother, i am here.
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021