Shadow and Light Poetry

Mary’s Ghost Still Haunts My Dreams

Mary’s Ghost Still Haunts My Dreams

My mother Mary
Was one-of-a-kind person
A force of nature.

When God created her
He threw away the mold
There was only one
Mary Geneva Aller
And she was my mother.

She was of mixed-race
Part of the legendary
Lost tribe of the Cherokees
Who ran away into the Ozark mountains
Rather than go to Oklahoma
During the Trail of Tears
In the 1830s.

Her people intermarrying
With other escaped Indians
Run away slave
And Scot Irish settlers.

Over time
Becoming known
As the Black Irish
Or the Lost Tribe
Of the Cherokees.

There was a world
According to Mary
Who railed against idiots
In charge.

And did not tolerate fools
Often said,

“Never trust experts
And what is a PhD?
Nothing but BS
Piled high and deep.

When she died
Of Alzheimer's
She came to me
In my dreams.

Watching over me
Giving me advice.

To her favorite son
The only one of her children
Who really got her.

And to this day
Almost twenty years later
I miss her.

And tell her that
When she visits me
In my dreams.


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Write an Ode for the Ghost of someone in your history
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