Her curious largesse bloomed, self-contained.
\nShe epitomized generosity.
\nHer compassion poured like summer rain.<\/p>\n
Sometimes she\u2019d pontificate and deign
\nTo bestow the clarity of her charity
\nYet often oddly seemed held back, constrained.<\/p>\n
She seemed married to the phone again and again
\nAdvised co-workers, neighbors, family.
\nMy sister and I were left out in the rain.<\/p>\n
Shrewd, she was sharp in her domain.
\nShe could motivate God to part the sea
\nWith a persuasion no one could contain.<\/p>\n
And she was tough. Rarely did she complain
\nAbout her husband\u2019s hostile jealousy
\nThat built then burst with dank, dampening rain.<\/p>\n
The best of her refused to be restrained;
\nFought to walk her walk in her light and be free.
\nHer curious largesse bloomed self-contained.
\nHer compassion poured like summer rain.<\/p>\n
My Mom II Her curious largesse bloomed, self-contained. She epitomized generosity. Her compassion poured like summer rain. Sometimes she\u2019d pontificate and deign To bestow the clarity of her charity Yet often oddly seemed held back, constrained. She seemed married to the phone again and again Advised co-workers, neighbors, family. My sister and I were left … Continue reading Ernie Brill<\/span>