(a poem on my Mama's birthday, (Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas, still remembered)
on the day after Heaven opens
perhaps the sun will rise
unshuttered like a rose so that
birds in their flight are cast
in a light never before seen or imagined
and children on stand by
get the day off from school
and go to the fair of all Fairs
and entwined with the Maypole
ribbons, their slippers petal coloured
dance in the dewy grasses
or in ballerina leaps
we will succeed in crossing the creeks
as the legendary did in the floods
and there will be candy all around
ice cream to spare from the cherry freezers
dispensed on the porches of gladness
and lemonade passed down in the
surprafosted glasses of time recovered
cool as the bubbling springs and
Mothers in aprons of gold
in new dresses like Spring
will wipe new tears from the babies eyes
over enchanted with all the fairy tales
spilling out at once
and our hearts beating like drums
at the parade of the innocent
at the Kingdom come
set free.
mary angela douglas 1 december 2016
on the day after Heaven opens
perhaps the sun will rise
unshuttered like a rose so that
birds in their flight are cast
in a light never before seen or imagined
and children on stand by
get the day off from school
and go to the fair of all Fairs
and entwined with the Maypole
ribbons, their slippers petal coloured
dance in the dewy grasses
or in ballerina leaps
we will succeed in crossing the creeks
as the legendary did in the floods
and there will be candy all around
ice cream to spare from the cherry freezers
dispensed on the porches of gladness
and lemonade passed down in the
surprafosted glasses of time recovered
cool as the bubbling springs and
Mothers in aprons of gold
in new dresses like Spring
will wipe new tears from the babies eyes
over enchanted with all the fairy tales
spilling out at once
and our hearts beating like drums
at the parade of the innocent
at the Kingdom come
set free.
mary angela douglas 1 december 2016
