My Life, This Year, So Far (And a Favorite Poem)

if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have

one.  It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses
my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)
standing near my
(swaying over her
silent)
with eyes which are really petals and see
nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my
            (suddenly in sunlight
he will bow,
& the whole garden will bow)

(e.e. cummings)