Son of Pumpkin Butt
You laugh?
She raised a single eyebrow,
inquisitively.
She overweight- still inspiring
reflection.
The superior English instructor,
my mother.
“Your reach should exceed your grasp or what’s a heaven for.”
Quoted she, quoting Browning the dead Englishmen of old.
We have forgotten the greats, focusing rather on our selves and
our small ideas of self-centered grandeur.
She, pumpkin butt labeled such by her senior high-school student intelligentsia.
Youth that they were they missed all she had set aside to inspire them.
She full of words and love of the ineffable;
that elusive stuff and life and art
that we so easily miss.
Pumpkin Butt did not and for that
I am proud to be her son,
for she showed me
how to grasp for that elusive stuff of life and art;
the ineffable.
(Pumpkin Butt Laughs full of joy; Barbara Jean Blecher Parry, second row left in image above)
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