Beauty

There is beauty
in every face
a twinkle
a glow
arch of lid
breath of flower

and to trace
line and form
is no miracle to
sleight of hand
but the heart light
that grows and cascades
from within

Marian
      

She left her mark within my cheekbones
as sure as summer her shape is mine
I even think within the lining
of my heart she left her sign

The shaded place of back yard peace
like open book is where she stays
sometimes she is in the humming
of mourning dove upon her grave

I see the skirt of many colors
circle round her sun tanned legs
I see her reach across the chasm
place four leaf clovers on the page

So fragile is the lip of time
that death has left upon my heart
in the evening dwells the perfumed
evening breeze her fragrance’s part

Gather round her all the wild flowers
oceans place her in their fold
captured are the star night feathers
that fall upon her heavenly stroll

I see her in my mirror smiling
she shades her eyes within my own
and in the sand of summer’s footprints
she is not walking all alone

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I was hoping for a new poem today, but my brain just won't wrap around the thought yet...soon though..soon.  Thank you all for the wings that have helped hold me up during this time, I felt the love even before I knew it was there.  Much love to you all.  These poems in loving memory of my mother.