Transcendental Sonnet #1119:
My Mother Took Me to the Mausoleum

a scene from my childhood

Instead of taking me to the museum
My mother took me to the mausoleum
Where the dead of the past lined the marble walls
And our Sunday church shoes echoed down the halls
Scaring me but bearing me into her mind
She had loved them and would not leave them behind

She held my hand she talked and thus was begun
The resurrection of the dead one by one
She wanted me to know them all as she had
Funny stories made me laugh no longer sad

For they had been as we were then full of life
Brother sister father mother husband wife
She taught me that our loved ones never really die
But leave behind their lives to be remembered by



+Steven Curtis Lance

NON MORIAR SED VIVAM

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC

I like this, and I like the idea of returning to your childhood memories for inspiration.
Maybe I'll try it sometime.

steven

i have been pondering on this sonnet for a while. i dont want to write a review though. there is no need. suffice it to say, for me, this is an example of the greatest poetry - the content, the writing. if there is a heaven, it has gone straight there.

hey hey, what what