Her face is like a faded flower at rest,
a gentle breast that rises quiet and slow,
she sits where sunlight touches fluttering lids,
while fragrant wandering dreams may come and go.
Hands pale and soft are clasped upon her lap,
a hanky touched with perfume sits close by,
I look up now and then to say a prayer,
and deep inside I give a silent sigh.
My dearest soul, the sweetest on this earth,
is nestled warm and safe, just like a child,
lost in her sleepy world where memories stir,
and peaceful thoughts invade a life that smiled.
I feel such immense love for this dear one,
so faraway within her silent world,
the petals are closed tight against the sun,
soon I will see the brightness once unfurled.
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Comments
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This is lovely. The imagery her evokes such a sense of peace. The rhyme is flawlessly unforced. The flow is impeccable.
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Thank you for this entry Hilly, it was a beautiful read, and I assume about Mum, I spent many hours watching my Mum sleep and there is something quite calming about the experience.
All the best
Sue and Jeff
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