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 Flipping the Omelet
18 January 2018
This is the whole of my philosophy. Via con huevos.
Rosy Cole Flipping the Omelet
18 January 2018
And does this in-depth advice also apply to pancakes? Will it preclude adherence to the overhead lig...
Stephen Evans Going to the Dickens
14 January 2018
Thank you! That sounds just my style
Katherine Gregor Going to the Dickens
14 January 2018
I haven't yet been able to read a Dickens novel in ful (shame on me).May I recommend a wonderful New...
Katherine Gregor Four Wishes
14 January 2018
Amen to this.

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