The Wind
Posted on July 19, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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The Wind
-Linda Lee Lyberg
Reaching out to give you my hand
To guide me through this unknown land
For you’ve been there, you understand
But my hand falls in silence
And touches only dead air
For your hand that once offered guidance
Is sadly no longer there.
Where are you now when I need you most
What disastrous fate has occurred
At times I feel you’re very close
Are you the wind’s whisper
As it blows through the naked trees
And as the wind grows colder and crisper
Will you offer me any reprieve?
Or are you the heated sun
That sits high in the velvet sky
For you were always the one
That warmed me when I cried.
I miss you my dear mother
For you were my true north light
And there will never be another
For you’ve gone from my sight.
Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Missing my mother today.
Disastrous
Oh, Linda. There are no words to express my sadness at your loss. Life is so fragile. Your poem is an amazing tribute to your beloved mother. Love and hugs to you. ❤
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Thank you Colleen. She died August 9, 2011, but sometimes, it hits me out of the blue. And is as fresh as then.
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I understand that emotion. Many hugs to you, Linda. ❤
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So sweet- thank you.
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Expressive and emotional….nice..
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Thank you.
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My pleasure…
Regards….
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Evocative poem… lovely tribute to your mother. Much love.
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Thank you!
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Lovely..
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Thank you so much. And thanks for stopping by!
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Lovely words. I can feel your loss and your love for her.
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Thank you. You know, I have lost a lot of people in my life, but losing her was the hardest.
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