May God bless you and your...

This is a poem I wrote after your passing, Mom. Love, Darcy
AFTER
Slip /between/
During a lullaby
Emerge from the rain
comforted by sky you can chew,
Blue warmth of raven voices and the singing of doves ;
Jays shiny like bits of glass,
Enduring sunlight on pine.
She belongs to.. is ... the cliffs and the rocks
Now bold and red.
Revisit /between/:
White on white on white
Veils
May 27, 2010

