Mothers Odyssey

In lifes lessons rests a gift for me
given the wise and weary mother of my dear and
brilliant mother
A clean bag, fully packed, white and spotless
driven with the care befitting wisdom
that comes only with a long and prudent life.
But, agonized and wild to crazy longing
I am amazed at all possibility,
a journey thru' the land of Selah Atieno,
through the ocean deep with ghosts of a man loved,
whose loved hands would stray the African Heart
to thrill the soul of those listening, carefully,
how their voices told the story of her sadness,
so human with the mix of joy & pain,
that was the common nature of his kind.
Now i wish to don that heavy garment & take
with me my dead mother's piano,
and the memory of my brother's deep torment,
his music now at play among the many.
How i long to go alone on a white odyssey
in this white bag, full parked to survive!.