If there are any heavens
my mother will all by herself
It will not be a pansy heaven
nor a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley.
It will be a heaven of solid yellow roses
with sturdy thick notched stems
not prone to bending.
The blooms will be embarrassingly,
Sinfully fragrant, the size of
baseballs when fully blazing.
They’ll radiate light in their yellowness and