I think Johanna is trying to give me a hint. Johanna is my sister. She is trying to warn me


in her own special way; her gentle & caring way. She posted a poem a few days ago... or has it


been weeks? I can't keep track of time anymore. It doesn't matter… time... anymore... to a guy


like me... she called the poem "To Edith Failing". Edith is my Mom.




I am standing naked, drenched, my face turned toward the sky. Cold rain pours into my eyes.


Cobra skinned clouds and the moon play tricks on my mind. After what seems like days of


rain, the clouds part and the moon is so clear.




Blue dot light stars splash across the night sky… and it dawns on me that maybe Johanna is


preparing me and the world I know for the saddest moment of my life… lives really...


hundreds.... maybe more. Edith is my favorite mother of all time.




The first mother walked out of Africa. I think Edith was that mother. I am grateful she


chose me for a son I suppose she was looking for a challenge. I pray I was what she was


looking for. Is Edith Failing? If so, will she return? When?

12/21/2014

Posted on 12/22/2014
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