Maman-------(Memory of a Beautiful French Lady)

She has gone from all but my memory now

So serene as complete as the seasons.

Thinking back to the time as little boy

Her windswept hair

on the hilltop breezes of springtime.

When I look back

into that moment 

which I have frozen in time.

I knew one day

I would put it on canvas.

For posterity

it would flow from my fingers.

to the tip of my paint brush.

All her beautiful colors.

Oh Maman!

how beautiful you still are in my mind

Never to age

or lose the freshness of the pure wind.

The parasol almost blown into the hillside.

Her layers of skirts

like snow blowing in billows.

As the primroses

rose from the grass to greet her.

Even the clouds

moved to allow the sun to light her.

Like wispy fog they thinned in the sky.

My love for you is unmeasurable

One day I will

create this moment for forever

So that even when my time is done.

My Maman

Your moment of pristine beauty

Will grace the world for eternity.