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This one has been set to music by a friend of mine in Scotland, by the name of Norman Harrison.
He played acoustic guitar, and did the vocals....it's a very basic recording, nothing much, but now it's a song....
So now, I have the audio files stored in my yahoo email account, but I don't want this one critiqued according to that, I want to hear your opinions about it as a lyric.....

WINTER MOON: INTRODUCTION

This page is my introduction of the sweet, loving, and absolutely golden spirit that was my mother, Joyce B. Wilson.
She always loved flowers, animals, art, and literature in all of its many forms, including the format of poetry and lyrics, she introduced me to the ebb and flow of a rhyming stanza when she would read to me from a children’s poetry anthology that she bought for me when I was very young.

I sat on her lap on many evenings back then, and listened to that soft, gentle North Carolina drawl weave the pages, words, and pictures into another world for me.

I still have that book, somewhere, and have since become aware of, and greatly influenced by, many of the classic poets’ works that were included in the volume.

Mom taught high school art and math classes for 23 years in Hillsborough County , Florida , before being diagnosed with ovarian cancer, in 1998, I think.

The cancer was caught too late, and it slowly ate her alive for five and a half years.

What I saw in the hospital, a week before her funeral, scared the sh*t out of me.
This, coming but a very short time after my ex-wife took off back to Japan with my four year old son…...Enough trauma, don’t you think?

I have enduring memories of her asleep on the living room couch that she always occupied, so tired after getting up at 5 or 6am, working all day at the high school, and driving home that afternoon.

Mom carried her ill condition with a certain dignity and regal bearing that to this day I find nothing short of amazing. My wife, son, and I lived in Los Angeles, California, and then in Akron, Ohio during the time that she was undergoing chemo treatments, surgeries, and various medical procedures, and she was nearly always happy and upbeat on the phone.
The chemo treatments would just knock her out, that stuff just takes all that you are, and literally drains it out of you all the way down to your very soul…..

When I was young, sometimes we all would take long trips in the car, Mom would point out and comment on things that she saw out the window.
I didn’t think too much about it then, but as I see the same things now, I comprehend what she saw, the beauty of nature, animals, colors on a billboard, or maybe, just life..

Rest In Peace, O Grand Southern Lady, I’ll be along in time..

The following lyric, “Winter Moon” depicts that cold, empty, and utterly helpless feeling which comes over you when visiting the grave of a loved one
Strive, though we may, for the absolutes, Pray for love and peace to find their souls