The Roses are Blooming with Spring’s Passion

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.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Just One Word: Apart

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #479

39 Comments on “The Roses are Blooming with Spring’s Passion

  1. This is so moving, Linda. I especially relate to your connecting with and thinking of your mother among the roses in the garden. My mother and I shared a love of gardening. Your poem is so loving, and very moving.

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  2. This would warm the spirit of any mother. Every line would make her smile, while sending gentle hugs towards her child, while nudging the wind to whisper, “I know, love, until ‘we meet again'”.

    This is lovely.

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  3. I love the little detail when you used the phrase “our roses”. It spoke of sunny afternoons spent together, laughing and digging in the dirt. And most importantly enjoying doing something with a loved one.

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