Sunday, February 28, 2016

Mother


Today I will think of you
More than all the other days
Silver flowers and dreams
Memories of gold and green
For not all that is gone is loss
When a clear moon wanes
So sweet a morning comes
And it seems fitting
To remember you now
As life wells up in the world
And from out its frosty teeth
Comes the winds of spring
To dry the grey drops of longing
Upon my cheeks of regret
They are empty, wasted tears
For you never really left
And that you were right
Life is a wonderful thing
If we don’t weep too much
Before we at last meet again