This poem is a tribute to Barbara Billingsley’s sudden death. She is undoubtedly century’s quintessential mom. Remembering Barbara Billingsley i. Stormclouds upset everything supermom, ideal wife passes away watching angels always they watch I pray for the departed soul ii. No more prend thy triumph, O Death! you are no more than a haggard spectre her memory is just behind wakes in my soul Barbara’s charming art the hounds of death unable to tread her down I say to my soul: ‘Be comforted’ her memory is here every day, and all day long with healing power of memory every burthen is light Barbara’s art will never submit to death iii. With trembling heart we see night’s dark domain death’s black jaws but Leave it to Beaver and loving mother are immortal death is helpless she lives! iv. Century’s quintessential mom all things rise in proof pearl-necklace wearing perfect wife lives, relives, never dies farewell!-a last adieu! glorious Barbara Bil