My
Beloved Mother
My mother’s gentle touch, her soft lips that whispered
hush.
A gentle creature, no one as lovely as she…
God’s beautiful gift bestowed upon me.
A flower bed was the fragrance of her flesh, as sweet as
roses and silk to the touch.
Now she lay to rest, my loss is deep for a mother’s love
is best.
Beneath the snow, buried deep, where earth and flowers lay
heaped…
I have finally come to you so I may pray and weep.
If my mind begins to doubt, or my heart begins to fear,
that your spirit is no longer near…
I will listen closely as the wind whispers through the trees
Your sweet words will be carried to me upon a gentle
breeze.
The earthly bond of mother and daughter has been broken
I look now to the future with my newborn son…
God has spoken
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