This post is dedicated to my dear friend, Thelma. Oh, how I wished you could see these flowers for yourself… and so many other things this spring will bring. I will watch them for you…
And just outside, the flowers bloom
No longer housed in their winter tomb
A robin sucks it juicy meal
From the ground with such great zeal
Just outside, the ground does swell
It’s secret treasures soon will tell
The tale of darkness turned to light
The start of day – the end of night
Oh, such promise is the spring
Such rich aromas it does bring
If I could reach beyond the door
Then out there, my spirit would soar
I rest. I stay. I sleep. I dream.
Beneath the surface – so it may seem
I cannot rise, I cannot run
Yet I feel the touch of sun
I rise. I fall. I am but new
Today’s next challenge: what shall I do?
Reflections linger, wander, rise
What is this body but disguise?
What will this day reveal to me?
Will my emotions be set free?
I loved, I listened, I hugged, I’ve heard
I’ve pondered carefully on every word
I’ve done my best, the best I could
As much as any mother should
I want to know that you’re okay
I think I’ve said all I could say
I think I’m ready, I’m prepared
So many moments that we’ve shared
I am the flower, I will bloom
I will not be shackled in winter’s tomb
I am there in spring’s soft arms
Enveloped by her innocent charm
I rise from earth to kiss the sun
I’ve broken ground, life’s just begun…
With much love! I will miss you.