Mickey

by Luna

To Mickey, with love.

When you died, everyone showed me compassion.
Heretofore unimaginable agony at your loss
marked my face. One day after your death, Mickey,
you had planned to come live with me. Rather, it was Destination: Heaven.
Folks who have never felt the bond of love
between a mother and child don't know what to say. I tell them, "Just pray for my angel."

Your unforgettable example reveals, dear angel,
that the still-suffering addicts and alcoholics merit our compassion.
You're teaching us not to view them with disdain, but love.
Households torn asunder daily mourn this despicable loss.
Addiction takes children, siblings, relatives and friends away to Heaven.
Fraught with grief, I sometimes hold and rock your ashes like a baby, Mickey.

Firstborn, beloved son, protector and best friend, Mickey
is your name. I hope not only I remember the way you looked and the blue of your eyes, angel.
A recent dream saw us talking on the phone. You were unsure if you'd be welcomed in Heaven
and sought your Momma's counsel. I tried, with a mother's compassion,
to assure you that your soul was to leave this earthly plane. Don't worry, God will heal my loss.
He will embrace and surround you, His child, with your welcome, His eternal love.

Announcing your presence often, you blanket me with your love.
That kiss from the butterfly was you, Mickey.
"Momma, I'm here when you need me." Gratitude outweighs grief and loss.
You're my Guardian Angel
and I rest. Now you possess the Knowledge we all seek, and your compassion
assures me that my too-young-to-die boy is with The One in Heaven.

Your presence compels all in Heaven
to giggle and smile. "This big," is how I feel your love.
Your ever-growing compassion
is evidenced through your aid to the still-suffering, Mickey.
You thwarted that bastard, Addiction, and caused him to lose his grip on Colleen. Her angel.
Yet still, I mourn your loss.

The oxymoron is that peace has found me as the result of my agony and loss.
Believing at long last that there is a God in Heaven,
I'm happy He has appointed you my Guardian Angel.
Always aware of your manifestations, I know you are giving me love.
Pride fills me to my core, Mickey.
Your untimely death has unleashed universal compassion.

I'll grieve your loss "to the moon and back," my love.
However, I'm certain that in Heaven, you, my protective son Mickey,
will be my loving angel, ever showering my dreams with compassion.

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This is about my third try in my life at a Sestina. I appreciate suggestions for improvement as I wish to have this poem just right in honor of my son.
Guidelines for form taken from Shadowpoetry.com.

Sestina

The sestina is a strict ordered form of poetry, dating back to twelfth century French troubadours. It consists of six six-line (sestets) stanzas followed by a three-line envoy. Rather than use a rhyme scheme, the six ending words of the first stanza are repeated as the ending words of the other five stanzas in a set pattern. The envoy uses two of the ending words per line, again in a set pattern.

First stanza, ..1 ..2 ..3 ..4 ..5 ..6
Second stanza, ..6 ..1 ..5 .. 2 ..4 ..3
Third stanza, ..3 ..6 ..4 ..1 ..2 ..5
Fourth stanza, ..5 ..3 ..2 ..6 ..1 ..4
Fifth stanza, ..4 ..5 ..1 ..3 ..6 ..2
Sixth stanza, ..2 ..4 ..6 ..5 ..3 ..1

Concluding tercet:
middle of first line ..2, end of first line ..5
middle of second line ..4, end of second line..3
middle if third line ..6, end of third line ..1

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A Sestina. See Author's notes.

A chapter in the book Luna's Form Poetry

Mickey

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