She- was mysteriously like a zephyr
tickling her way through my soul
and when the light was just right
they’d capture, the whole universe
She’d bare deep pain in her silence
afraid to mistakenly offend someone else
Always seeking to lighten life for others
while never soliciting anyone for help
She’d spend weeks, planning or crafting
something special for those she loves
It was like some sorta of love campaign
looking to capture the best of a moment
She was truly a gift to the world at large
I still love and miss her dearly..in each hour
Poet of the Light © 2019
She sounds like a wonderful person. The use of the past tense is heartbreaking and that final line about it not only being continuous but heightened in each hour says a lot. That was a beautifully written ode to the zephyr of your soul.
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Thank you. In my belief, all mothers are divinely stirring, past, present and even spiritually.
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This is incredible.
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A most kind comment, Thank you.
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