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The promptings of loved ones in our past, linger on in the deeds they urge in our hearts |
We all have our ghosts Hovering over their names Etched in tombstone memories Buried in the graveyards of our minds My aging thoughts visit there often Lingering in whispered, Shattered pieces off reflection Where my present meets the past How I cling to your never-aging sight We were always close, but Your death has brought you closer still Haunting this lonely hour With your name Whispered upon my breath. I like to think a little of you lives on In the blood within me From when you gave me birth And clothed me in a mother’s love And more, sheltered my innocence Teaching me mistakes are made Not out of bruises and shame But are God’s gifts freely offered As careless outer wrapping For the inner need to reach out To others in helpless trust Offered in the same open hand Lifting up the fallen when their turn Falters, driving them into the dust You taught me by your living grace In simple acts of daily kindness More important than kingly deed Here is where the weak Are blessed and made strong And in your honor I obey Your silent voice Presenting the same hand of solace To stranger and friend alike -=/=- Tribute to my mother in free verse |
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