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?

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: My mother always called mercurochrome ‘monkey blood’ when I was small. *This is one from my archives as I am missing my mom today.

5 Comments on “Will You Find Me?”

1. Absolutely beautiful!

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   • Thank you!

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2. Such a sweet and warm poem.

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   • Thank you V.J.

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     • So welcome, Linda!

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