A Season Passed
It seems fitting that you would leave in Autumn
A time when the vibrant beauty of the earth creates spectacle
When the season’s seeds are given back to the soil
And the aging leaves, like the nurturing hand of a mother
Create a blanket, protecting the promise of renewal
There is a special whisper on the wind today
As it caresses the golden and rusting leaves
Reminding that this is a time of change
A time when the breeze becomes a mighty breath
That rocks the cradle of tomorrow’s dreams
You left quietly, like the last gentle sigh of summer
A subtle curtsey to all the seasons that will follow
Not waiting for the bitter cold of winter to chase you away
You left on your own time, with grace and dignity
A bright flower, not yet parched by season’s end
The colors of this day are a celebration of life
A reminder that all that was, will once again be
Telling us that the beauty of the rose does not fade
As she offers her petals back to her mother, the earth
All this, a testament that life is eternal
Sherry Gail Heim
October 5, 2009
Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2009
Namaste. Celebrate the light that is life.
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Karla. :(
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( *tears!*
I lost my own mother 19 years ago (59 1/2) and my daddy last year (almost 78). So I know the pain of loss! I still miss them both!
I am so sorry for your loss. This is a beautiful tribute to your mother. It glows with your love for the wonderful woman who is now with the Lord.
Mary