for Mama
your ladyslipper stories
I'll find again one day
when the new grass dew
dots the lawn
like starlight and
the children have all gone away
remembering their dreams.
remembering their dreams
they have departed
and not on this side of things
will they return
when the sun burns
the dew off the grass.
you will wipe your tears
with the kerchief of wind
that billowed out their sails
at the last at the end
and tell to me again
like the beads of lost prayers
on their behalf,
your lady slipper stories
on the fragrant air
mid the flowers everywhere
mary angela douglas 17 december 2016
your ladyslipper stories
I'll find again one day
when the new grass dew
dots the lawn
like starlight and
the children have all gone away
remembering their dreams.
remembering their dreams
they have departed
and not on this side of things
will they return
when the sun burns
the dew off the grass.
you will wipe your tears
with the kerchief of wind
that billowed out their sails
at the last at the end
and tell to me again
like the beads of lost prayers
on their behalf,
your lady slipper stories
on the fragrant air
mid the flowers everywhere
mary angela douglas 17 december 2016
