Saturday, June 3, 2023

Matriarchal Love-Nonpareil

 


A Mother’s Vow to her children is the most

profound and divine link, she is above all a 

protector, provider, and giver of endless love.

Living on Kentucky time, kairos time, and God’s time, 

and the endurance of hellish hours in between, this prologue 

of unceasing questionnaires, the filament of sorrow, just

one fracture of uncertainty returns this

recollection in rancorous guilt. The blasphemy of 

Atropos for whom wreaked threadbare this grief, whose sever 

of life sheared more lives than one. God may forgive though 

a Mother sits patiently as the tempest that vents the carriage

of years between mother and son, the expanse of understanding 

and unbound love ‘tween kindred souls. This inseparable yoke

memorializes this gilded chain, plaited mementos enumerate and

grace this union for all eternity. Just one song can cultivate  

a thousand memories and one memory can effectively

canvas scenically season after season in mercurial symphony. 

Yet, one picture can powerfully dispatch a lifetime of sempiternal 

joy and agonizing melancholy. Just an afterthought to a loon, this 

crazy life, this prying catharsis, to reach the spirits beyond that 

which holds your child to all repressed memory, the dust collection 

of mortal thoughts and the wake of an existential crisis, to understand

the cosmic question of why? Fate rarely doles out forgiveness and reprieves. 

Anthony Craig was an extraordinary soul whose love for life 

superseded every modicum of God, his light outshined every  

glistening star in the celestial sphere, and his family is the prolific 

element that bond Earth and Heaven. His love will rest in

vigilance until his family reunites in that perpetual garden where

eternal bliss grows the evergreen of happiness. Within the mortal 

basket of hope lies the sacred breath of time and tears cloud and 

constitute the shattered remains without you, always remember 

Mom loves you. 


(In remembrance of Anthony Craig Lawrence, the loving father of Allie Marie, and

son of Mona Fay and Bruce Lawrence, may he never be forgotten.) 


- John Hardesty 






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