O' how I miss and mourn for mother's voice
That swiftly passed like Autumn's southern breeze...
I saw your shadow yesterday
blown about the treetops...
I find pain in the forgetting.
He’s lying on the rim of the tub...
The shock violently strikes
I gasp, inhale sharply...
and...
as the night-flower of anguish...
She wore white to his funeral
some say it was the same dress...
Written for a friend, whose son died in labor...
Never Said Good-Bye
Hi Daddy...
Silver shadows walking beside me
Ghostly whispers in the air...
For every tiny footstep,
That you never got to take...
I watched her rise from the east-
Rosebuds gathered at her feet...
It seemed unreal,
to stand at your gravestone...