To hear a Mavis sing.
Is like life beginning from a pool high in the mountain tops.
The trickling of water over stones is the sound of laughter from your heart.
The doe and fawn savor the coolness of the water. The mother and daughter as one.
The flowing water goes down the mountain arriving at the heart of a forest.
Where trees have wide leafy branches open and welcoming. Like your arms which enclose around me so two hearts beat together.
The water flows down from the forest with life. Till it reaches the pool.
Our pool.
Where we sat laughed talked and cried and sometimes only the sound of hearts beating and the Mavis singing.
You are not here anymore but that pool still fills from the mountain tops. And I am not alone when I hear the Mavis sing.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
To hear a Mavis sing.
Is like life beginning from a pool high in the mountain tops.
The trickling of water over stones is the sound of laughter from your heart.
The doe and fawn savor the coolness of the water. The mother and daughter as one.
The flowing water goes down the mountain arriving at the heart of a forest.
Where trees have wide leafy branches open and welcoming. Like your arms which enclose around me so two hearts beat together.
The water flows down from the forest with life. Till it reaches the pool.
Our pool.
Where we sat laughed talked and cried and sometimes only the sound of hearts beating and the Mavis singing.
You are not here anymore but that pool still fills from the mountain tops. And I am not alone when I hear the Mavis sing.
Mavis was my mothers name
