I Remember

In Memory of Patricia Spoon (1940-2021)

 I heard the banshee
Wailing in the distance,
Echoing in the valley,
Weeping among the
Rose covered hills of Montrose.
The bagpipes whisper a dirge,
Drifting from Angus
To the Highlands,
Welcoming another soul
Coming home.
I remember
A feisty single mother
Of five children
Of various shapes,
Sizes, and temperaments.
I remember broken windows,
Duct tape, and color coded
Christmas presents.
I remember a cherry red
Volkswagen bug
That was hit by a deer.
And I remember you
Insisting the sheriff call a vet
Instead of putting the animal down.
I remember love.
I remember the wit
And the snark;
Holding your own
Against the two clowns
You had for brothers,
Hanging up the phone
When you’d had enough.
I remember love.  
I remember the losses:
Your mother,
Your husband, your son,
Grandson, and your brothers too.
I remember love.
I remember never giving up,
Never giving in,
Fighting while there
Was still fight left.
Even when you started
Losing yourself.
I remember love.
I heard the banshee wailing
And felt her tears
Blowing in the wind,
Her voice as familiar
As the pain I now feel,
Her presence like that
Of an old friend.
I heard the banshee wailing,
I heard the bagpipes dirging,
With roses over their heads
And God’s good earth
Beneath their backs,
Welcoming another soul home.