Last seen in Meadows
Write her name on stone?
She IS the stone.
Place her under cloth of grass?
She IS the weave; the warp and weft.
No whispered name
or rime-tang tears
on a northern draft
She IS the air, for the last breath...
Hush now, Mother, rest.
~25 January 2008 11:25 am~
© 2008 Kahdoosch
She IS the stone.
Place her under cloth of grass?
She IS the weave; the warp and weft.
No whispered name
or rime-tang tears
on a northern draft
She IS the air, for the last breath...
Hush now, Mother, rest.
~25 January 2008 11:25 am~
© 2008 Kahdoosch
posted by Kahdoosch at 12:16 PM
4 Comments:
Do not stand at her grave and weep,
She is not there, she did not sleep.
Her soul is afar with youth anew.
In your heart she is with you.
Had I passed, this is how I'd want to be remembered. Hope you're doing well...
Hey Khadoosch -where are you?
been worried about you :(
This is very nice and touching in it's essence..
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