Mildred (Millie) Irwin
In Rush Memorial, Chicago, Illinois (now home in the U.P. of Michigan)
This poem was inspired by all the years in Michigan's Upper Peninsula
that mom and dad spent with us children...living, loving and laughing.
I often sat up, late at night, as we drove to our cabin helping keep dad awake. I know these thoughts ran through my father's mind as they did mine.
So, mom, here's to you, and dad, for all the love you shared.
With everlasting love...your son...David
THE ESCAPE
BY
DAVID K. IRWIN
15 October, 1998
Published in Vermillion Literary Project, 1999
Siblings shriek.
Dogs skulk for a sightless moon.
Dishes piled high
Since the restaurant suddenly closed.
The escape...
Dracula driving.
Driven by a lust to quench
An unquenchable thirst;
Or perhaps, the night-terror of dawn.
The escape...
Severed stars
Give way to the half-light and
Fall faintly
Into the water to reappear on tips of waves.
The escape...
Despair disappears.
Near weightlessness approaches.
Aloft in the clouds
Our Spirits mingle with sun-born Angels.
The escape...
Pondering Paradise
We are totally transfixed;
Utterly euphoric.
We rarely acknowledge boats of distraction.
The escape...
Twice-seen twilight
Hinges on the edge of day.
Treed fish-flies stir as
Darkness' deliverance draws near.
The escape...
Stars shimmer
After a day of swimming.
Clouds of fish-flies...
On the water... tantalizing, tasty, tidbits.
The escape...
Fish flying
From the darkened depths snatch the
Morsels in mid-air
And return, reluctantly, to breathe water.
The escape...
Fondly framed
Memories from our flight to freedom
Languidly linger on.
Our sights set on home, we reminisce about
The escape.
M
y father died in his mid-sixties from cancer. My mother, at 71, is struggling with a tumor that has attacked her liver and intestines.I
f you can find it in your heart to take a moment and say a short prayer for her, I know she will be eternally grateful to each one of you who read this and acted upon my request.May the Lord hold you in His hands...now and forever.
If you have another minute or so in your day you may be interested in reading about how this illness has progressed. If my log page is helpful to others who may suffer from the same condition then my efforts are justified. Visit my mother's legacy with cancer at:
https://www.angelfire.com/hi/mrhippy/mom.html
Hebrews 4:16
Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.
The name of the song playing is "Lord's Prayer"
