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Monday, June 20, 2011

This poem is for a wonderful lady full of love, who's son has severed all communication because his wife made him.




A mother’s love in a bottle 

The wood grain envelopes my bare feet
As I set foot on the morning deck

The sun just saying a gentle good morning
The potted flowers nodding a sleepy hello
I find my seat amongst birdsong
The steam rising from my coffee dances with my dreams
The lake is like a mirror of what is to come
The dock sways gently in family turbulence
Such beauty marred only by your absence
Children’s laughter rings merrily around me
I still remember yours
Where have you gone?
I walk on the swaying dock with wine glass in hand
I remember shared toasts to realised dreams
I remember the day you were born
Do you remember me?
I remember so many of your firsts
Your first true smile unforgettable
A mother’s love undeniable
You made your choice without thought of me
You made your choice thinking of me
My love for my son still sparkles on each wave that reaches shore
Even in this drought
My tears keep this lake full
I send messages in a bottle on the tide
I step in the waves waiting for your love in return
Each bottle is empty

1 comment:

  1. Wow, just beautiful, you are an artist with words, and the picture is beautiful, even if the story is sad.

    Alycat

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