If you ever
saw a Tree Peony,
it looks dead in Winter.
Absent.
No stalks, no leaves.
A hidden beauty.
Not seen,
at all in the soil,
until the spring
when suddenly
comes
the bright cherry
shoots and leaves
rapidly turning to green.
And then,
generously,
from out of nowhere
new buds come.
Beautifully,
come the blooms,
comes the joy
when we see
the light within shining.
And so,
on this winters day
as my precious mother
passed away,
I know,
nothing hidden
will remain unseen,
and her beauty shines
and her bloom will be
shining through for all to see.
- o O o -
"A loving daughter writes with a gentle tenderness as a tribute to her beloved Mother. Her poetic skill masks her tears but helps her wounds to heal. Love never dies."
ReplyDeleteLove, Jean xx
Bless you Dear Jean,
ReplyDeleteFor all the love and spiritual healing you gave my Mum, (and myself), in her final weeks, and your care for years as to her well-being in the end phases of her life.
I am grateful to have your beautiful book "The Dead Never Die: A True Story of Love, Death & Hope" here with me in the hard copy, having read the Kindle version on Amazon several years ago.
Thank you for your kindness and generosity.
Peace and Love Be With You,
Love Bee xxx