Saturday, May 10, 2014

Another Mother's Day

Ghost of my mother
whispers to me still
when I close my eyes
and dream.

6 comments:

  1. Yes, and the older I get the more I understand.

    Well said, Mary.

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  2. They will remain near and dear

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  3. Could be a dream, nightmare, angel, or regret. . . .

    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral

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  4. Thank you Friko, Pat and Cloudia! C, it's haunting, but in a good way.

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  5. 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.

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  6. Sad and sweet. I love how micropoetry can deliver a huge impact.

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