THAT WOMAN

That Woman

That woman was like no other.
She was nurturer, soother, teacher,
supporter, defender, and sustainer.
Loving memories of her never fade.

She gave all that she had without
hesitation, and it was more than
I needed to make my way in life
and far more than I deserved.

That woman was not prepared for
death like an ancient Egyptian and
placed in a stone coffin, so I didn’t
call her Mummy, Mumma, or Mum.

And she was not a black woman
from the antebellum South who
cared for white kids, so I didn’t
call her Mammy, Mamma, or Mam.

That woman like no other was my
mother who raised me in the USA.
So, I called her Mommy at first, then
Momma, and ultimately, simply Mom.

Until Then

Dear grandson and granddaughter,
my time on earth is almost over,
and soon, I must leave while you
must stay and pursue as best you can
the achievements that will define you.

Although those with cruel intentions
have denied us our time to bond and
share in the love and warmth that only
a grandfather can offer, know that
I have loved you if only from afar.

But when your time on earth is over,
look for me in that wondrous realm
where souls reunite. I will be waiting
there, ready to create all those precious
moments we should have had in life.

For it is in that wondrous realm the
sway of cruel intensions ceases, and
those guilty of them in life must atone
in another realm for the bad karma
they have heaped upon themselves.

From now until then, grandson and
granddaughter, know that I will carry
you always in the quiet chambers
of my heart where love knows no
limits, and hope endures for eternity.

Wish for Each of You

I wish for each of you,
grandson and granddaughter,
awareness of the everlasting
light that dwells within you.

I wish for each of you an
independent spirit with a
curious and critical mind that
protects you from the formulae
and corruption of others.

I wish for each of you an open
heart that overflows with courage,
passion, joy, and generosity.

I wish for each of you the love
and guidance that encourages
excellence but neither dictates
nor consumes.

And when the time comes,
I wish for each of you a kind
and loving son or daughter
who gives the same solidarity
and devotion to you that your
father once gave to me.

That Smell

I love a woman with a combination

of intellect, strength, and openness.

I love a woman with moist lips, eyes

filled with desire, flawless skin, and

flowing hair. I love a slightly fleshy

woman with warm breasts and loins.

But more importantly, I love a woman

with that smell only a woman can get,

one that is sweet-scented and turns a bit

spicy while engaged in carnal ecstasy.

When I found a woman with that smell,

she became, and remains, my passion,

my drug of choice, my addiction.

Molly, Polly, and Dolly

Molly liked to fool around plenty.

Polly wanted to, but each time she tried, she
got so excited she had to go pee.

Dolly, liked to fool around plenty too, and
she was the best by far of the three.

But when Dolly moved far, far away,
I fooled around plenty with Molly, and
she fooled around plenty with me.

Frank Zahn is an author of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. His publications include nonfiction books, articles, commentaries, book reviews, and essays; novels; short stories; and poetry. Currently, he writes and enjoys life at his home among the evergreens in Vancouver, Washington, USA. For details, visit his website, www.frankzahn.com.