From envy a vicarious dream repeats
Each autumn as the sunshine cools
Happiness that once shone bright grows dim;
My mind takes over for her Chance—unleashed.
Thirty three years have passed yet she remains
A part of me, and full of looks like me,
Blue, new skies of Fall, the air is clear
And sharp; I watch my breath as clouds break through
Great peaks—this mountain journey continues,
Linger heavy thoughts of her life; she’s free!
Like birds, my daughter soars inside my heart,
Her sight and strength in spirit, I do weep,
Another mother-daughter fate it brings,
By nature we will be dear friends again.
I love this season of her temperate birth—
My greatest pain, she fills a crucial role
To be my joy and light this time around.
As I walk perilous steps until my Death,
My lifelong prayer that mine will come before
And she will be the last to know what’s best.
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 4:42 PM UTC
From envy a vicarious dream repeats
Each autumn as the sunshine cools
Happiness that once shone bright grows dim;
My mind takes over for her Chance—unleashed.
Thirty three years have passed yet she remains
A part of me, and full of looks like me,
Blue, new skies of Fall, the air is clear
And sharp; I watch my breath as clouds break through
Great peaks—this mountain journey continues,
Linger heavy thoughts of her life; she’s free!
Like birds, my daughter soars inside my heart,
Her sight and strength in spirit, I do weep,
Another mother-daughter fate it brings,
By nature we will be dear friends again.
I love this season of her temperate birth—
My greatest pain, she fills a crucial role
To be my joy and light this time around.
As I walk perilous steps until my Death,
My lifelong prayer that mine will come before
And she will be the last to know what’s best.
© Nisa West