Tag: Mother

Whisper

I cannot see you but I know you’re here for the wind whispers your name and the mockingbird high in the mesquite mimics the blackbird’s song in memory. Advertisements

Haibun: Mother’s Rose

The roses we planted together are thriving. They bloom profusely in Spring, and then again near your birthday in December. You loved your Rio Samba roses mom. I’m always amazed at not only their size, but also the profusion of color they display. I…

The Lake

She walks with angels on a misty shore. The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it. As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting. At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking…

#Senryu (Double): The Roses

-By Linda Lee Lyberg Your roses, blooming heady aroma of spice watered with my tears

#Senryu: Touch

Yearning for her touch

Weathered

Weathered  -Linda lee Lyberg I’ve done my best to forever remember Each line on your weathered face Your delicate hands soft and tender The beauty of your southern grace  

Dear Mom

Dear Mom- Six years ago today, I received an early morning call telling me you were gone. The nurse told me someone had been in to check on you, and they came back 15 minutes later, and your soul had moved on. I read…

The Wind

The Wind -Linda Lee Lyberg Here I bravely stand Reaching out to give you my hand To guide me through this unknown land For you’ve been there, you understand

The Locket

It is not the type of jewelry that normally attracts her. Placed in the corner of the glass case, treated as nothing more than a brassy trinket, there is an ethereal quality to the piece that catches her eye and holds her, spellbound. “May…

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