As still as stone
The morning
A dusty blue
Over the mountains
The cloud filled sky
Outside my studio window
A gentle breeze moves the sage
Memories of you
The color of your eyes
Your kindness
Your touch
You were my Mother
All my days
Once again
You are here
I take a deep breath
June 16, 2018
1 comment:
There must be something in the cosmos. I have been thinking in this vein lately as well. Our mothers leave an imprint on us no matter how old we are and we still need and miss them.Lovely tribute to your Mum.
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