KATRINAHINSON, Ph.D.

For Mom

 

Sing to me

Murmuring winds

Caressing crystalline glass

Sing to me

O’howlin’ gale

Whistlin’ long and low

Through valleys deep.

Sing to me

Sweet melody of memory

Echoing emptiness.

Sing to me

The gentle touch

Of a lover’s hand

A friend’s forgotten hug.

Sing to me

Buzzing bees

Lighting on

Each flower and tree

Life’s continual path

Blossoms before

And behind.

Sing to me

O’ mornin’ birds

Greeting dawn’s light first.

Sing to me

Passing time,

unquiet solitude.

By Katrina Hinson
©April 24, 2022