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A Mother mourns her recently departed daughter, if only she could hear her youngsters calling above the rain. As her journey ends, an image offers eternal hope.


Submitted:Jun 9, 2008    Reads: 126    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Subtle is the falling rain

that taps the tin roof

Within the moist pulse

a whisper yearns to be heard

r

She is the ghost

a lost echo

Her quiet words

long to be heard

r

Heavy splashes now strike

the wet and weary glass

Dark distant skies

reflect a mothers woe

r

With hand brake applied

and loose make up on cheek

Damp eyes refocus

as she finds the mirror

r

Behind her

in pretty dress and tight curls

Her daughters smile

confuses her gaze

r

She dare not turn

just breathes the scent of relief

Her glee and silence

exchanged and understood





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