Monday
There’s a sacred moment lost somewhere between the dreamworld and my waking hours
that you are alive, still within me, heart beating, the assuring rhythm of your breath
Though the moment quickly dies, the memory of you continues to live; a complex composition of stars shining down from the heavens,
the genesis of untold galaxies,
the perpetual continuation of time as I know it
Days turn to weeks, weeks to months and the months to years and your memory continues to grow,
continues to soften, continues to go on . . .
And though my soul weeps tonight,
there’s a bitterweet solace in my heart knowing that, in the grander scheme of things,
tomorrow morning is just stolen moments away
When the lavender dawn will find you once again . . . at peace
{for Mom 7.15.2005 ~ 7.15.2008}
I’ve always appreciated the way you can capture emotion, Michael.
An excellent tribute. Peace my friend.
What a beautiful star she is….shining oh so brightly!
Such heartfelt writing! God Bless you and your family as you share your wonderful memories of all the special times together with your Mom!
Wonderfully expressed, and I hope it brings you comfort. (((hugs)))
Mrs. V
Lavender dawn . . almost as beautiful as the Woman you write about.
There will always be a bond that we share through our mothers. Awesome, emotional words my friend.
After this I’m sure her star shines a little brighter ~m..how could it not?
Such a wondrous picture your words create….and a brilliant tribute….what more could a mother ask for, than a son like you my friend?
Beautiful, earthy writing Michael.
Lovely! Of course, I’ve never met your mother, but somehow, I feel as if we’ve just been introduced and she is someone I want to know better.
“Lavender dawn” is an image that will remain with me.
You have a real gift and so did she for having you.
Kat
She is there, in everything you do- still hearing you, loving you, encouraging you.
beautiful words Michael-
That was truly beautiful. My soul weeps every night for my Mom and Dad but just for a moment and then I remember them dancing together in the living room to the Tennessee Waltz and I smile again.
There is an essence you managed to capture in your words… they paint the scene above… your words indeed are an excellent tribute to your mother… I could have spoken them to my father who passed on 19 months tomorrow… you are blessed with words… peace and light to you
Peace be with you. I am sorry about your loss, and I wish you the strength to continue to see the beauty in each day even in your grief.
I’ll be praying.