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asked by a friend to write an elegy
for her niece killed in a
New Year’s Day car crash,
my eyes fill with tears
thinking of my elderly mother
My small stone for Writing Our Way Home’s Mindful Writing Challenge:http://www.writingourwayhome.com/2013_01_01_archive.html
Posted by Bodhirose on January 2, 2013
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2013/01/02/elegy/
O precious babe let your drowsy eyes sleep,
Let go of your woes and relax into peace.
Mother is near to protect and keep peace,
Guarding your cradle all while you sleep.
Dream, sweet darling, of angels aglow,
Keeping you safe, surrounding you whole.
O dear child, of pure, white soul,
Rest in quiet, tranquil glow.
Dearest mine of sweet delight,
Lay down your head, may sleep not delay.
Dream of cuddles, warm baths and bouquets,
Of lulling songs and bedtime delights.
Hush-a-bye
Lull-a-bye
Sweet babe so dear.
Sweet dreams are yours, good night, good night…
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Many thanks to you.
Honored by your precious grace,
Happy Holidays!
I nominate Bat-Ami Gordin, aka “Tammy”. Her writings are always so unique and many times from a technical/scientific perspective which I find so appealing. http://zongrik.wordpress.com
Thank you to the Poetry Palace and all my poet friends: http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on December 16, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/12/16/hush-a-bye-lull-a-bye/
You used to sing
When your heart was light
Your voice so harmonious
When life was easier
I remember that time
When your heart sang too
Joy came visiting
More often than now
Your voice went silent
Many years ago
Tunes of resentment
Are your music instead
Now fear has crept in
Pain has joined too
They’ve settled in deep
Happiness pushed out
No longer able
No longer can
Simple tasks
Bring you grief
Face contorted
With anguished woe
You’ve clutched so tight
To your suffering
It’s made its home
Within your bones
And with your acceptance
It’s come right in
Can’t let it go
It’s become a friend
A crutch, a tool
To have its way
We try our best
To give you help
To serve and attend
And offer assist
But your bitterness flies
And attacks the innocent
Our spirit crushes
Underneath the assault
Poor, poor mother
We fill up with compassion
Such a dilemma
We wish you well…
Mom, circa 1980s
Posted by Bodhirose on July 19, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/07/19/you-used-to-sing/
Cool, calm crisp moon
Brilliant light illuminates
The stillness captured by your beams
All seems quiet in this scene
Sparkling twinkles surrounds complete
A perfect white orb brings my peace
I walk a path alit by you
Many have tread where I go too
Selfless light shines same on all
Graciously noble ancient Mother
Posted by Bodhirose on May 7, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/05/07/mother-moon/
A mother’s heart strings
play songs of love and caring–
never showing wear.
Day three of Haiku Challenge hosted by Someone is Special: http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/p/haiku-challenge.html
Posted by Bodhirose on February 3, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/02/03/mother/
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