for my daughter, Rebekah-Marie Bales Zask, 07-06-80 - 07-19-01
We dine on and trade in each other's love
That is, until it's back to hell again
Not immortality I seek to gain
Murdered out of her life at twenty-one
For children she may risk her mother's pain
Upon good-bye only I leave a stain
Daughter take me into your dimension
Afterlife was one of her early proofs
I meet with her upon the astral plane
Carnality, impossible above
She could choose to return to hell again
Will she return or wait for my next move?
Cherish her rarely on the astral plane
My torrential tears sign my name with love
I sigh as I turn back to hell again
Mothers travel on tickets printed love
I meet with her upon the astral plane
That is, until it's back to hell again
© Barbara Bales 2001-2002 all rights
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