Clouds roll smoothly across the sky, taking last summer away.
Winds blow soon to bring snow. We stand looking  at the past our children growing fast.
it is a time of reflection. time to let go.


Lyn Stebbins
January 27th 2022.

the clouds role in, the fog and rain wraps around me,
I listen to distant music, I miss a Friend I miss my Son,
I miss my Mom who has moved on to her next journey.
People  fight! people die. Tears drop and I cry.
Numbers grow
each day. Wish there was a way to win
this covid war.  It seems to take  a stand.  
  Every day this battle that mankind is fighting
is getting bad. I Wish I  could talk to Mom and Dad
so I just look to the sky and pray.

2019
November 24th
bye Lyn Stebbins.

I remember your last days,
your fading smile, your quieter ways,
Eyes met in a farewell between mother
and daughter. Tears held inside.
I remember the matching dresses
you made, the vacation at the ocean,
You taught me to swim.
I remember our laughter in a motel exercise room,
and looking at the southern full moon.
Memory's flow as the winds blow through the autumn tree,s
I may not have known all that you went through,
It has brought me closer to you.  time is the distance
between You and Me

poem written and revised
by Deirdre  Stebbins
November 27th 2019
Fore Mom