The doors to my heart are open:
Mother spoke to me,
Breath of God,
Because I know the difference
As a child and losing God when
Mother was taken and my
Soul cried to the quarter moon.
All the hours pass
Through these poems of her,
And the words still speak
From an altered spirit deep
In the forest of my youth,
A secret day Mother of six took
Me to eat alone,
Alone with oceans,
And stars,
And all the hope a child could bear,
Where Mother looked at me
And smiled,
Her smile contained all that
Was good of my childhood.
And Mother,
Her amazing grace of words
Spoke as God,
She held me with one arm,
One secret morning
With oceans,
With stars,
All the hope a child could bear.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
The doors to my heart are open:
Mother spoke to me,
Breath of God,
Because I know the difference
As a child and losing God when
Mother was taken and my
Soul cried to the quarter moon.
All the hours pass
Through these poems of her,
And the words still speak
From an altered spirit deep
In the forest of my youth,
A secret day Mother of six took
Me to eat alone,
Alone with oceans,
And stars,
And all the hope a child could bear,
Where Mother looked at me
And smiled,
Her smile contained all that
Was good of my childhood.
And Mother,
Her amazing grace of words
Spoke as God,
She held me with one arm,
One secret morning
With oceans,
With stars,
All the hope a child could bear.
