In Royal Garb

In Royal  Garb

Were drugs an addiction or anointing;

Your pain an affliction or a crowning;

Was our story a eulogy or an awakening?

 Hard to know with this swarming, harried mind. 

But a quieter inner voice tells me this:

It was your coronation.

I close my eyes and see the fabric of you smooth as velvet and intricate as a lacewing. From a brighter, blessed place, you chose every thread, every color and hue.

The warp and weft, designed by your fine eye, 

Divine and rich.

I breath the truth of it in and see so crisply 

Your lush drape. 

Your tilted crown. 

Wicked humor and vast heart,

Your straight back and set jaw.

 I see you standing there in royal garb,  you took a step.....

And with a swirl and sway;

                                Through the portal you flew.

                                                                                           Love,

                                                                                                    Mom