Ok...so I got an email from my mother...one of several I have received from her since my fathers untimely demise, and she seems to be trying to talk to me in a "mother" way....anyhow...so i missed the memorial of his death that was surrounded by over 300 people at just the FIRST of two memorials. Good Grief! Anyhow...this email she sent me is of the program that was used that day...page one and two were just jw infested scrips and some blips that actualy half sounded like my father could have said them...
ANYHOW..the whole freakin reason for this is that I have spent a long many years writing poetry and a bunch of shtuff in general and for years I never knew where i had gotten my love of the pen from and page 3 of the memorial program explained it in the flash of an instant...unfortunately it filled me with a lot of pain as well...that man could WRITE...this is an original work written by my dad....damn him for keeping this from me...
A moment of reflection is like a blossom in the twilight of spring, or like 'an early leaf's flower but only so an hour.' How often in a vanishing day do we pause and reflect events up to a point? Even ask of ourselves how often we stop to smell the flowers? They vibrantly come out fleetingly in late spring. How often to behold the horizon of our snowy peaks? Each and every mount is dressed snowy white all winter but once or twice. How often do we look to rummage around a mental photo album of mother and daughter locked jointly in loving embrace? Though happy moment snapshots are scarce, They're always nearby to stare and reflect precious moments frozen in time. How often do we ogle our sweetheart's bright blue eyes before sunglasses block off their blue sunrays on a sunless day? Rare are the times that we listen with reflection to hear, to see, listen to allow the light of others to dawn. A moment of reflection is like a blossom in the twilight of spring, or like 'an early leaf's flower but only so an hour.' If reflection for a moment is a vanishing appeal today, tomorrow it will be encased in a tiny glass sphere christened, "Extinction is forever." written by zanex's dad.... -Z-
