A tribute to my mother, and all mothers who give selflessly to their children. We all must die sometime. Her graditude of having lived stays with me as a constant reminder that this world is GOOD and in our own hearts, we make our own destiny

1. In memory of Doris M. Sparks…..
Grand Canyon
A dream she had to visit, and a beauty of God she
had in her own heart and gave everyday to others.

2. Phillip M. Sparks, Oct 08
A mother’s love
is not limited to
our life; it
continues to
grow and renews
each year from
the seeds of love
she sowed and
are nurtured by
her children and
their children for
eternity… Love transcends her passing

3. With all my heart, I say adieu
And give my love to comfort you
I have my hands forever near
To give you warmth and calm your fear
The touches bind without a sound
Mother and child; forever bound
-- Phillip M. Sparks Oct 08
Waiting with Mother

4. There are no words that can explain death
For words have limited meaning, bounded
by human interpretation and understanding
of things that can only be felt
There is no past to consider at death
For past is a concept of limited time where
life starts and finishes in human sequence
in which our spirit is not bound
There is no fear to conquer
For fear is only the uncertainty of our
future which we ourselves can understand
from belief and certainty in God
There is only love
For love is the universal and infinite source
of power; timeless and everlasting, that
expresses itself in ways un-measureable by
human instruments and transcends our
physical life with eternal feelings and
memories of one’s goodness on earth
-- Phillip M. Sparks, Nov 2008
In death, there is only Love

5. somewhere i have never travelled,
gladly beyond any experience,
your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are
things which enclose me, or which
i cannot touch because they are
too near
your slightest look will easily
unclose me though i have closed
myself as fingers, you open always
petal by petal myself
as Spring opens (touching skillfully,
mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:
whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with
each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me
understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has
such small hands -- e.e. cummings

6. (i do not know what
it is about you that
closes and opens;
only something in
me understands
nobody, not
even the rain,
has such
small hands
-ee cummings
the voice of your
eyes is deeper
than all roses)

7. Paris, France

8. Arizona

9. Florence, Italy

10. Seattle

11. Goldegg, Austria

12. Lucerne, Switzerland