A poem dedicated to a dear friend of mine who just lost her mom.

She lay there quiet as the moon, in a sky blue cap filled with golden hair of bright
and as the stars erased the ebon of the sky, I heard a little whimper plight
and so I lay her down, nestled in the flowers of my yesterday, and to alleviate
her grief, I sauntered back and forth, and whispered in her ear, "its not too late"

Afraid of climbing up too high, afraid of reaching down too low, she did forgo
but as I held the mantled door and sprinkled out some stars , I saw her glow
"I miss you mom, " she said through tears ,
softy I did say , " you're not the sum of all your fears"
and so inside her reverie, I placed a bunch of sweet forget me knots
and by the pillow of her youth, the broken light of a 1000 watts!

"I am the angel at your door , I'm never far away from you"
"I am the sun that lights your day, and your daily I love you ! "

She lay there quiet as the sun at dawn, subtle as a sleeping fawn
and as she sauntered back and forth I whispered, ... "I'm not gone "

From Your Soul Sister,
Vienna B.