Mother, I Awaken……a poem by Linda Willows

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I was pulled into the past with a vision of my mother’s face
Time had weathered the details of her beauty and grace
The last time I saw her she was in my arms and just passed.
My heart held and called. That night was our last.
All of our dreams and hopes snapped in mid-air
As a raven takes a sparrow without destiny’s care.

I encountered her not in long mists pulled before me.
Impossible, I thought, that such silent stillness could be.
Clouds formed a drift that stretched through the sky,
Even now I can feel my drawn and stitched sigh.
Breath formed a tomb in my heart; a place to quietly lie.

Then was my time to climb a mountain alone.
I wished for my friend, my partner, my heart’s bone.
protect me, preserve me, show me the way home.
Where was the girl that was so brave to roam?

Time and again I felt God drawing near.
Now I am soaked in His Presence so Dear.
The body and its presence are not the measures of love,
It is surely a shadow of what lies above.

Mother, I love you. To your heart, I bow.
I see you. I hear you. I promise this vow:
In silence is the chorus that you taught me to hear
The message of Love is eternal, sacred and near.

© 2016 Linda Willows
© 2011 Linda Willows: Mother 1985

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3 thoughts on “Mother, I Awaken……a poem by Linda Willows

    1. Thank you, Wendell, my brother. Deep and true feelings ,even after so many years. I was so fortunate to have had a deeply special and loving mother. I feel her heart as powerfully, all these years.

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