Wrote this for my Foster mom, after she passed....

[cremebrulee]

gauze of golden waves
we hardly had time to swallow
the thing that made most sense
she was rich black soil
transplanting spring's sun
creating magik
from the middle of nowhere
a sister of music with words
painter of prose
how beautifully
she embraced
her space in life
salvaging great light
from past transitions
her throat fumbled
formal apologies
within green lawns
of home baked cookies
her season's passing
still shower us
like a humming bird
dripping nectar
through clusters of homes
that she packed in our lunches
wrapping us in scarves of
hopscotch and flowers
sending us
skipping down the street
with diamonds in our pockets
the album opens
she appears in a white dress
her flowers bloom
again
there will be
a goodness in life
sorely missed
long after
we are gone

[2chickiebaby]

beautiful, Creme....

[cocobars]

I agree, that was beautiful.  Took my breath away...

[Invisible]

Wow! Thank you for sharing. I like how you married the idea of mother's love and mother nature. Both are so essential for life.