Thursday, February 11, 2021
Flora's Seasons In golden fields in a near-mythical place, Flora, namesake of flowers, became part of the Spring. Loving our dear Lord; mother serene & father so kind; And if the tobacco grind proved sometimes a strain, Concord and siblings always kept laughter aloft, Till her day to depart for new seasons arrived. That first leap into summer turned rosy soirée When the dazzling smile of a suitor most keen Augmented her world with magic patter supreme. Gene smiled with a love, boundless & brisk. Together they moved on to pursue conjugal dreams: To play, and to plan, and to love, and to laugh. The bonny view soon: four eager, fresh toddlers, Morning-glories to be charmed and be taught What is right & what's wrong, church, chores, & homework Fun, family, dreams, the radiant wonder of life, As close to a Paradise: simple, indolent, and fair, Moving on with green hopes to their pleasant new haven. Autumn brought harvest: the kids became parents, Returning for visits to share grandkids and dreams. Flo's banking career made her helpmate to Gene. She served his right hand as infirmity raised threat. Then retired she too, precious time together to share. But soon, oh so soon, Winter breached their pleasant respite. When black, black doom dealt inconsolable sorrow, Mom found courage and luck in midwinter's Spring. Together with Jim, they championed new life, Turning from gloom, enchanted by travel and shows; While stalwartly loyal to church, family, and land, She celebrated grandkids and greats, the huge clock ticking on. In the silence that shouts, "Flora's seasons have passed," The dread thud of pain and desolation knells; But legacy murmuring louder, forever: Her laughing with sisters, exclaiming with charm, Blessing her generations, hoping the best, Playing her Lord's drum "pa rum pum, pum, pum."