Rose of Life

Oh how I struggled; Yet found my way;
Stepping back into the moment; To that quiet,
almost haunting plain white room-

Again I took your hand in mine; I felt your
soft gentle skin, like a rose of friendship and
passionate whispers-

I wanted to feel life as you lived it; As large
as the universe you blessed-
You taught me how to find myself in the change
of every season-
How to drink from the spirit of humanity-
and feast on the banks of flowing rivers-

Each time you spoke; I heard the winds of youth,
gathering in the tear soaked corners of my eye-
Now I can only touch the foggy cold hard pane,
separating my world from yours-

Every step I take, seems only to push back from
the depths beneath me-
My breath falls to the humble ground before me;
leaving me lost without a trail, no longer to follow-
Oh how my fingertips weep for your touch-

I’m but a dense forest waiting for your breeze;
and the sunlight of your knowledge-
You gave me strength as a child, to carry on
through many fierce storms-
even when the hail pounded down with vengeance-
You encouraged me; You called my name over and
over again until I found the cellar and safety of your
loving heart-

Once in a while I just can’t help but take that
step back in time-
Take your soft gentle hand and reflect on all the
blessings you showered me with,
and sip the dew from my rose of life

Thank You, Mom