There's something about poetry that saves me… ~ Martin Espada
Yes, and the older I get the more I understand.Well said, Mary.
They will remain near and dear
Could be a dream, nightmare, angel, or regret. . . . ALOHA from HonoluluComfortSpiral
Thank you Friko, Pat and Cloudia! C, it's haunting, but in a good way.
I read your poem to the sound of one of Bach's scores for solo violin (I forget the name now). The combination of both moistened my eyes. My mother is still alive but she is far, far away in Cuba and I would love to be with her today, Mothering Sunday. Thanks for such a beautiful and short poem. It's very intense.Greetings from London.
Thank you so much C. x I hope you can see your mother one day soon.
Sad and sweet. I love how micropoetry can deliver a huge impact.
Thank you Heidi. :o)