it's the gentleness
in her voice
that takes me back
to lullabies
of the golden harp
the strings plucked
like her vocal cords
sing soft chords
of grace
the curved physique
of her body
fits the mold
of an angel
rounded shoulders
provide comfort
where the teary
come to rest
and when she sings
i see my childhood
i feel the pillow
'neath my head
when she sings
i hear her sacrifice
and feel the wings
of her prayers
when she sings
i swear the melody
gives life
to wintered tulips
mother of mine
your love
it is the beauty
of the golden harp
- p. winter
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
it's the gentleness
in her voice
that takes me back
to lullabies
of the golden harp
the strings plucked
like her vocal cords
sing soft chords
of grace
the curved physique
of her body
fits the mold
of an angel
rounded shoulders
provide comfort
where the teary
come to rest
and when she sings
i see my childhood
i feel the pillow
'neath my head
when she sings
i hear her sacrifice
and feel the wings
of her prayers
when she sings
i swear the melody
gives life
to wintered tulips
mother of mine
your love
it is the beauty
of the golden harp
- p. winter
happy mothers day to my ex harpist
