Remnants of an old tragedy
singed the edges of my soul ~
a phantom threat to joys
of the season until I saw
this overgrown boulder and,
along side it, a tender tree
dormant in the cold
silent life resting in
strengthening roots and slender form.
Then I knew ~
I had wrapped grief
around me and when its warmth stifled
let honour take its place ~ honour
for my mother and the life
she may have wanted.
“If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together,
keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.”
~ Winnie the Pooh
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