Will You Find Me?

My aging hands hold this ancient soil crusted spade,
wood handle now faded, once painted bright yellow so you
could find it in the sea of resplendent greenery and dappled shade

You gripped it Mother, with the same graceful hands
that comforted me as a child and wiped away my tears,
as you painted monkey blood on my skinned knees
and took away the sting, always there to ease my fears

When I lose the spade in the garden as you once did
I often wonder, when my time on earth comes to an end
should I wear a golden daffodil dress so you can find me
in the vast sea of wandering souls who’ve moved on?

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: My mother always called mercurochrome ‘monkey blood’ when I was small.

Linked to dVerse Poets Pub OLN # 244

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37 Comments on “Will You Find Me?

  1. This is incredibly evocative, Linda! Words aren’t enough to express how moved I am by the emotions in your poem. *hugs*

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  2. A well-made garden tool is a treasure, Linda, especially one that’s been in the family a long time and handled by your mother. I love the thought of wearing a golden daffodil dress so that she can find you among the souls – it made me spill a few tears.

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  3. This touched me deeply from start to finish, but the ending brought tears to my eyes. What a beautiful and unique expression of love and appreciation for your mom.

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