By RAHN ADAMS
Of all the places / on this earth, / I pick Kipahulu Park / on this Mother’s Day.
An hour there / compares to an eon / of bliss elsewhere, / said one lucky man.
Facing the point, / one can see the glow / and feel the heat / of its sacred flame.
It’s a place of rest, / where souls gather / to tell us farewell / and bid us adieux.
With the sky so high / and the sea so blue, / I cannot deny / my devotion to you.