The Wind, The Moon and The Night

I remember mom on her birthday.

Bright as the moon and graceful as the wind blowing.

She stood tall on dark nights.

 

Elegant as ever no matter the chaos and adversity.

She took it all in with dignity.

Her inner beauty remains iconic.

 

In my sleep, I wish her a happy birthday in heaven.

I know she continues to look down upon me.

If not for her, I would not have survived the ghost of deceit.

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Stephen Evans A Transcendental Journey
24 September 2017
Thank you!
Monika Schott A Transcendental Journey
24 September 2017
This is so beautiful, Stephen. Transcending.
Rosy Cole A Full August
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I was probably less than average at sports, Sue, but did love tennis and netball and excelled at rou...
Stephen Evans A Transcendental Journey
21 September 2017
Thanks, Ken. I think you are right - it really helps to get out of your comfort zone to up your awar...
Ken Hartke A Transcendental Journey
21 September 2017
I enjoyed this. I used to live on a bluff above the Missouri River but I had to go elsewhere to beco...

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