Cemetery in Dublin, Ohio
Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales
Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales
You were the center of my universe
My teacher and first friend
You taught me how to treat others
And value each day as if the last
You are gone now but still here
Not buried under a cold stone
But like
a leaf drifting
in the air
you are with me
everywhere
~~~~~~~~~
Like a leaf drifting.. what a wonderful image..
ReplyDeleteMy mother too. This is wonderful and it made me smile.
ReplyDeleteHave a blessed Sunday my friend. ♥♥♥
That's really touching.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery here..xx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful sentiment.
ReplyDeleteSweet, loving words.
ReplyDeleteAn endearing poem with great imagery.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, yes, our mother always be within us !!
ReplyDeleteA fitting memorial, Kathe.
ReplyDeleteSounds like your Mum was a lovely woman Kathe , and maybe thats why you are such a nice person ...
ReplyDeleteCheers
This was breathtakingly beautiful...
ReplyDeleteMother never truly fades away, does she?
ReplyDeleteI love the image of death as a leaf drifting, set free.
ReplyDeleteIncredibly lovely, Kathe ~~
ReplyDeleteYes, the cemetery is not where our loved ones are after death. How good to remember and feel you mom with you.
ReplyDeleteMums like that have influence 'unto the third generation' and beyond. Lovely tribute, Kathe.
ReplyDelete" But like
ReplyDeletea leaf drifting
in the air
you are with me
everywhere"
Lost my mom so long ago, yet have always felt her with me. Perfect wording. Well done.
Oh Kathe this grabbed my heart....a beautiful tribute to your love for your Mother. :-)
ReplyDeleteI love the leaf and the images this made me feel. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteWritten with love xx
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely...
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