We are born of love; Love is our mother. -Rumi
Our colorful roses are blooming with spring’s passion,
I thought of you once more today wondering where you are
There, is that you I glimpse through the ocean tears of my eyes
behind the gossamer veil separating your world from mine?
Are you in the brilliant golden sun, when it shines on me
or in the gleaming falling stars soaring wild and free?
And though dear mother, we are now apart
so many wretched lonesome years have gone
since I’ve touched your soft warm skin,
I know you live on in my hopeful heart
until that shining moment when
I go to the other side
and we meet again.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
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