The doctors assured but their veracity was dubious The pain was a constant, her eyes shown unrest and horror They ripened with tears that were morally suspect Until the day they paused to heed the invisible caller The caller seemed nice, I could tell from Mom’s new demeanor All her troubles and horrors bailed from their gloomy prison Her hand reached mine, her squeeze my heartbeat arisen She smiled at me, gave a brazen sigh, and promptly to Him surrendered Thenceforth I look to the heavens, a grateful daughter Night stars look down on me with love, twinkly eyes of Mother *** © 2021 selmamartin.com
In loving memory of someone dear to me.
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Photo: Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
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This is so poignantly beautiful, Selma. ❤️
Punam. Thanks for reading and commenting. I appreciate.
You are most welcome.
This is beautiful Selma ❣
Daphny, my sweet. Thanks for saying. Be well. Xoxo
You’re most welcome ❣️ Be well you too 🌼
Selma this is beautiful… Thank you for sharing such a heartfelt piece ❤🙏
Bernie. Thanks. Glad you liked it. xoxo
Beautiful!
Thanks for thinking it so, Carol dear. I appreciate you ♥️
Lovely tribute, Selma.
Thanks so much, my friend. Glad you read it and thought it worthy of a comment. I so appreciate you.