A Tribute To My Mother

Keith and Mom

God and I chose my mother when it was time;

time for me to materialize to another state of consciousness;

to the world of my home — Mother Earth.

Allowed to be by the grace of God, together, my mother and father

created and put forth my human form.

My looks, my temperament, and my gifts, intelligently designed;

put in their proper stations, descended genes of antiquity.

Naked, vulnerable, and afraid, I struggled,

then I reached out and cried;

the breath of life…not to be denied.

Fresh, newborn, and willing in my flesh;

a truly authentic specimen — testimony to generations

of forefathers, and absolutely a direct descendant of my mom.

I wonder of Mother’s ability to struggle — to balance,

to direct her energies in raising our family.

I know her face; she is proud of me.

Her somber face of suffering I know, as well.

Supporting the cross I had to bear, she helped me understand,

it would be mine and mine alone to carry, but God would be with me,

over and over again, throughout my days on Earth.

Alas, throughout my Mother’s later years,

I must have my cross under control; well-balanced,

so I might then be able, in return, to help her bear her cross.

No strings of duty shall be attached; just the harp-like heartstrings,

“Reserved: For Mother’s Only!”

I can see her now, sitting at the piano;

loving, teaching, and encouraging with melodies,

harmonies, rhythms and rhymes from The Beatles to Christmastime.

She held my hand and inspired me to a lifelong passion for music.

Now, I cannot even imagine any kind of life without music,

nor do I wish to imagine life without the blessings of my mother.

Somehow, I just know — my soul does understand,

she will always be here for me,

plucking at my heartstrings; guiding me, forgiving me,

and supporting me until the sun sets on my days beyond the hill.

One day, we’ll meet again in Heaven, this I know,

because we love each other, it shall be so.

Written and given to my mom on Mother’s Day in 2001

Evelyn Marie Watson

Rest In Peace

Evelyn Marie Watson

December 26, 1934 — September 25, 2018

♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥

 

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Introducing: Ruby The Hummingbird

Ruby

“Good golly, Uncle Tree! This red stuff is the bomb!”

Here comes Ruby

Here she comes now making a beeline for the feeder.

Immature female ruby-throated hummingbird

“Sweet uncle, hate to tell you, but my lifeline has a leak!”

Hummingbird

No worries, young lady, we won’t let the well go dry.

Hummingbird hiding

“Can you see me now, Uncle Tree? I’m chiming in.”

Hummingbird dribbling nectar

Careful now, Ruby. You can only drink so much in one setting.

One last hummingbird hug

I’ll leave when I’m darn well ready, dear uncle.

10 seconds tops. I got this hankering.

Sit still and take pictures.

Make me famous.

Love you!

Ruby

Petunia Lover

Petunia Lover

Oh, my Sweet Lord! Can you help me straighten things out here?”

White-lined Sphinx Moth

“My dear sweet petunia dear…WoWzer, how I loveth thee!”

Moth Shadow

“Looketh not at my shadow. I’m not Batman for God’s sake!”

Sphinx Moth proboscis

“My one true love…quickly! Where did you hide my Viagra?”

Hummingbird Moth at rest

“Turneth down the lights, my dear, please. Spare me the magnanimity.”

No flash moth shot

“Buzz is the word fornication wishes it was.”

Buzz is the word

Photographs by Uncle Tree

Hummingbird Moth

Petunias