Death, come not cheaply. Neither in blue coma 

or wrinkled hints of somatization; spin in a noir 

parapet of black hats, squeeze me with Mitchum’s

preacher hand, thick and meaty, let each

sound be a music box’s last gold pluck. Death, 

come not cheaply, wind up as a music box, 

fall as its last symphony. Come in a black hat, 

tattooed and preachy or stay home and

make a strange color of me, as Martha and Mary’s 

pale brother waiting in his Father’s light

house for instructions, olive green eyes,

Fiftieth Anniversary Mommy

So kind of you all
hope more will love it
like you do

MY MOM ALSO SMILES AT YOU

this year she would have been in heaven
or where ever
for total complete 50 years
mid year!! !

May she still be in waiting
for a son like me
who still loves her
so muchly.....
and
perhaps in a year or two
may be in her arms soonly- - -

Okay

Hopefully......
where ever she may still be- - -

I am quite sure
she will still be eagerly waiting

Grabbing on to something new,
Flying away,
Just me and you.
They couldn't catch us,
We were never meant to be caught,
Flying forever faster,
than the speed of a passing thought.
Opening page one in the book of our lives,
holding hands hoping that our love will forever thrive.

When being young is all the rage
Nation has reached historic stage
By electing eminent sage
Leader ninety two years of age

Age is sometimes a positive
Youth is not always elixir
With wisdom accumulative
For Prime Minister Mahathir