Saturday, December 17, 2016

In Spring. and The Lady Slipper Stories

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