Like a gentle, warm summer breeze,
you brushed away my tears,
and kissed the bloodied knees
of that child so long ago.
You hugged away the broken heart
of this teen, growing up before you
and almost made me imagine
a life in which I’d feel whole again.
With loving-kindness you listened
and soothed the angst
of this young woman,
struggling in a world alone.
And as we said our last goodbye,
you gently smiled away my tears,
quietly reassuring me we’d meet again
someday beyond the clouds.
Now, your spirit has found me once again,
like the memory of that summer breeze,
softly brushing away the tears of the child I hold inside,
and whispering of a mother’s undying love.
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 10:02 PM UTC
Like a gentle, warm summer breeze,
you brushed away my tears,
and kissed the bloodied knees
of that child so long ago.
You hugged away the broken heart
of this teen, growing up before you
and almost made me imagine
a life in which I’d feel whole again.
With loving-kindness you listened
and soothed the angst
of this young woman,
struggling in a world alone.
And as we said our last goodbye,
you gently smiled away my tears,
quietly reassuring me we’d meet again
someday beyond the clouds.
Now, your spirit has found me once again,
like the memory of that summer breeze,
softly brushing away the tears of the child I hold inside,
and whispering of a mother’s undying love.
Copy written by Vicki Kralapp 7/23/25
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