I sit alone on the grass
fixated thoughts of you
my mother so bold
a vision of loveliness
a sight to behold
I miss your passion for life
through tales recalled
so much trouble and strife
combined with the joy
of giving me life.
I am walking in a meadow
of beautiful flowers
that whisper sweet melodies
carried away in the wind
captured by birds in flight
who serenade me well
into the night.
I will cherish the memory
of this day
when I saw your vision
in the light
holding it in my mind
until we are no longer apart
two spirits dancing
in a meadow of song
happily sharing one heart.
©Andrew Penman 2012
May 29, 2011
May 29, 2011 at 6:05 AM UTC
I sit alone on the grass
fixated thoughts of you
my mother so bold
a vision of loveliness
a sight to behold
I miss your passion for life
through tales recalled
so much trouble and strife
combined with the joy
of giving me life.
I am walking in a meadow
of beautiful flowers
that whisper sweet melodies
carried away in the wind
captured by birds in flight
who serenade me well
into the night.
I will cherish the memory
of this day
when I saw your vision
in the light
holding it in my mind
until we are no longer apart
two spirits dancing
in a meadow of song
happily sharing one heart.
©Andrew Penman 2012