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Memories of Mom

The poem below was written for my mom. It is also an attempt to reason with the passing of time, memory, and regret.  I loved my mom and had a very difficult and unbalanced bond with her.  Unfortunately, our relationship was strained because of her beliefs and stubborn desire to control my understanding of faith and God.  From a young age, she took charge of my relationship with God and felt it was her sacred duty to nurture and control it.  This of course created a rift and a distaste in me for faith.  

Memories of Mom

I walk through the fields extending my hands to feel a touch from above, eyes wide open.

It’s the beginning of spring, the rains have come, And the grass has grown higher than my head.

I feel careless and carefree, mesmerized by the music of wind and breeze, through the blades and leaves, relishing the glorious green, denying the changing of seasons will rob me of her spring.

I walk, hands still extended grazing the tops of the fading wildflowers and wilting grasses, my eyes darting from pasture to meadow.  

I walk through the fields, hands in my armpits, hugging myself, my feet crunch the frozen grass and fallen leaves, my watering eyes now closed.

I am huddled in my coat against the dark and cold that now blows through the meadows once green now white and gold, as a new tune begins to unfold.

Memories singing ever more gloriously now as they fade and surrender to reminiscences now rendered softer for the grace of time.

The melody now intones that the Green was of the most magnificent Emerald And the gold the purest ray of SON  ––– C.B. Scott

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Dr. Cory B. Scott has had an adventurous career that has afforded him the honor of such titles as Reverend, Deputy, Executive, Director, Lieutenant, Doctor, and finally, his true passion, Professor.

But those titles were just masks; his official titles are, Daddy, Husband, Brother, Friend, Uncle, Mentor, and finally, in 2019, he was awarded his true love, Grandpa.

Cory has survived some devastating tragic events and personal failures in his life. These experiences have given him deep insight and a desire to help others overcome personal obstacles and transform their tragedies into sacred gurus who teach and strengthen.

Cory weaves original artwork, poetry, and short stories in an incredible memoir titled, "Gods in the Garden." This book captures the essence of a survivor's journey through abuse, pain, loss, betrayal, and enlightenment.

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