Bon anniversarie!

 

Quarte

Vingt

Sept

Ma mere

Shares something

In common

With MLKjr

They get a parade

On their birthday

Actually the holiday

Is for the African Reverand

Who led a peaceful march

On Washington DC

Had a dream

And was shot

But not before

A bunch of white men

Were faced with an enormity

Situation

They could not be seen

Crossing the southern line

Without getting their entire

Network in trouble

But they wanted and needed

To interview this man

Rosa Parks

Was a woman

Who could be forgiven

But this man whose name

Is synonymous with the Reformation?!

In  walked my mother

Who was told 

If you can an interview

Any interview

We will publish it.

Her mother had been

A pioneer in Radio

Now she wanted 

To at least appear

To be a reporter

She thought of stepping

On his foot

Instead she tripped

In her own shoes

Just as she walked

Passed him

He thought of catching her

From falling

But it was the south

And there were a bunch

Of White men 

Just standing around

And doing nothing at all.

Instead he noticed her infant

Was flying through the air

And about to descend

To the ground

In a hard fall.

There now, there now

Your little one almost

Made it to hell

Good thing I caught her,

Big eyes moment

Should have let her 

Find out what life is all about

After all she is a papoose...

You have a native American child?

Did you adopt?

No, I married her father

And now I have a brown skinned

Baby no one will allow me...

Now, now ...

May I qoute you ?

I have not even told you

Anything worthy of 

Oh I see,

Which one of you 

Is she the wife?

They were all 

Horrified and disgusted

At the same time

Most of them knew 

My mother and her ways

At the time they did not

Know about her brain cancer

But they knew her ways

Sighing deeply 

One of them said

You may as well give her

The interview

Still jostling the infant

He allowed her to sit 

On his porch 

While her baby 

Was put down on the wooden beams

While he allowed himself

To be seen being interviewed

By the mother of the little Indian girl

In front of the white reporters.

Her mother sighed

When she heard of it.

And made it clear

No more theatrics

While she remembered

Her daughters birth

In Salt Lake City

Is what the birth certificate

Just as Rome was listed

For many of those 

When it was necessary 

To be seen as a member

Of the elite

Really she was born

In Scandinavia

On a boat

Leaving one to wonder

Which country to list her

As it was decided

By her own father

LDS

Wanted their families

To be listed in Zions city

But it came off as 

January 12

Thirteen days 

After the news years eve

Event in an area

Where they have two different

Calendars

Just as America

Had two different

Ways of thinking 

About others 

Hence my mother

Had the same birthday

As the now famous

Man who lead a dream

Generation 

She always made

The most of it.

I also made sure

She had flowers

And chocolate

Fit for a queen.

A three day weekend

And a parade

She would make sure

She was visible

Today she would 

Be 87 years old.

But she died

Now twenty years ago.

At just 69 

Even her own children

Have not been able 

To handle her death

Much less the aftermath

Of an outsider

Demanding they are the real heirs

When in fact they don't

Have any reason for saying

Such as Jessica S

Nor Alona J

Or even Cindy H

How can the same people

Who made sure she went

Homeless when they were in control

Then turn around and claim

A relationship?

They don't even know

Where I buried her....

I went to the beach

With my cat

To see the last

Of the king high tides

We took a bus and a train

And a ferry

And then were blocked

By semi trucks

Working on a hundred year odl

Building

Which at least 

Has not been torn down

The famous Coronado Hotel

Which hosted Polo on the beach

With the abdicated King Windsor

And Clark Gable

The height of society

Then that actress 

Made a move

Marylin Monroe

Trashed out its reputation

While everyone enjoyed

The film

The reputation

Caused the hotel 

To close several times

Before it got elegant again

 

Once a free beach

It now costs to sit on it

But one can walk upon it

I had to drag

My three wheel stroller

Out to beyond the barriers

The tides have been so high

That even those standing on the side

Have ended up in the water

The usual small area

Where children play

Was completely inundated.

We enjoyed the wildness

Of the moment

He was sitting there purring

Until his mama 

Pulled him out

And plucked his feet

Onto the sand

He is a house cat

With clean floors

He found the sand

Smelly 

And then he saw

The seagulls standing

There who were bigger 

Than he himself

Then he saw that the beach

Had water attached to it

Much larger than the sink

That mama tries to give

Him a bath 

He jumped back into 

His pram

No way mama!

Bigger water

Than I have ever seen!

Sadly I pulled him back

Where I took off his parka

Very cold in the mornings

Now warm and sunny

He was happy 

Noticing the grass

And the people

But then he got hot

Began to pant

Lost his little water dish

Had to end the session

By the very large bathtub

Went all the way down

The town to find 

They had nothing to offer

But the cap of a water bottle.

Hmm, tired of this

Just as she got back on

Public transport

To take him back.

Thank you!

Bless you mother

Even your adopted 

Grandchild

Does not enjoy

What I want

A walk on the beach

A sip of expresso

With no hurries

A trip by water

As far as we could go

On this day of yours...

Did you know 

That the Russian President

Went to the furthest point

On the other side

Just miles from the Alaska line

Wonder if he was having one of those

Moments of telling

The West that he is just 

The other side

Of the border

Not just Mexico 

Is a stones throw away.

Enjoy your sleep

Maybe I will get 

My wish this year

Of it being the last one

For Jimmy

After all why should

He still be alive

While my sister

Was only five

When he killed her

On my father not even

Fifty five

When he killed him

He is now in his sixties

Enough it is time.

The Queen of Denmark

Has a special pyramid cake

Coming to her for her abdication

This weekend as well.

Poor Frederick is going

To ascend the thrown

Without his father 

With a woman who was

Paid to come on to him.

Wonders never do cease...

Enjoy your peace

While I am still fighting

To survive

The dishonesty 

Of the very ones 

Who claim to be religious

No more imposters!

Enough is enough

Eat your cake

While I drink you coffee

One day you might 

Understand the rest of us...

By the way your favorite

Jimmy is demolishing your family homes