Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
That night I remember with vivid clarity you and I in Kauai gazing up at millions of crystal clear stars
so close we felt as if we could touch them.
My mother, rest her soul had died the month before
Our grief was as new as a fresh bloomed rose weeping with dew
Salty tears welled, sliding from our eyes falling
into the soft white sand where we lay.
We held hands as memories washed over us with each lapping wave
and in remembrance we weeped,
feeling so insignificant in this vastness sweeping across our eyes
a shimmering blanket at once blinding and beautiful.
We felt her there, soaring among those stars, looking down on us
a powerful sense of her presence a gift, her voice from beyond
saying—you are right where you should be as am I, don’t cry.
Rather, see my face with each full moon in the star drenched sky
and feel my arms surround you for I am with you always.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
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I’d so would enjoy swimming in your mind of imagination. This is spectacular!!
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Haha! Thank you Beckie.
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You’re very welcome! 😊
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Oh Linda this is so heartfelt! ❤️ A lovely tribute to your mother 🙂 she must be smiling right now.
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Thank you Sanaaa. I’m sure she is. ❤️
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I love this tribute to your mother. I was so distraught when my mother died because she left us years a go through Alzheimer’s before she left us physically. She has sent several signs since her passing that let me know she was free of the disease and she knew me again.
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How wonderful for you Susie. That touches my heart. Thankfully, my mother knew me to the end, even though she was diagnosed with dementia.
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A beautiful experience beautifully told.
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Thank you Rosemary.
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This is so moving. My mother left me a couple of years before she died due to Alzheimer’s. I miss her dreadfully. A wonderful tribute to your mother.
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Thank you Toni. The missing never goes away, does it?
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No ma’am, it doesn’t.
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Love to you Toni.
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Of course this made me cry. It hurts so much and still feels so fresh.
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Yes, I know. Thank you for stopping by. Sending you love and light.
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A very comforting poem…
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Yes, it was a comforting moment. Thank you Margaret.
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Been there, Linda. Sort of. The pillow clouds were outside an airplane window while Mom died below. An innocent remark from across our isle , “I envision an angel sitting each puff.”
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Lovely. Thanks Jim.
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So beautiful – how you have captured the essence of grief and the faith that restores hope.
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Thank you so much V.J. I hope you are doing well.
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Thank you. I’m good.
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Wonderful!
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