Gosh, George!
This is fraught with gentle imagery of admiration and adoring love … you've wonderfully outdone yourself, and who could resist sighing after reading this:
"You...my special
flame dance
delicate on
butterfly feet...
you have gone
into welcoming nature"
Tenderly gorgeous in emotional timbre, George … I dearly love it.
Thank you sincerely for sharing, My Friend! ⁓ Richard ; )
I love the love that you have for your mother. It's warm embrace encompasses the reader with a glow and a warmth and is very, very touching. Beautiful!
Gosh, George!
This is fraught with gentle imagery of admiration and adoring love … you've wonderfully outdone yourself, and who could resist sighing after reading this:
"You...my special
flame dance
delicate on
butterfly feet...
you have gone
into welcoming nature"
Tenderly gorgeous in emotional timbre, George … I dearly love it.
Thank you sincerely for sharing, My Friend! ⁓ Richard ; )
Exquisite tribute. Mothers live on within us. The "candle..tongue of quiet illumination" never goes out. Beautiful metaphor use. "Light into unending light..." Yes. Thank you for sharing.
"...tongue of quiet illumination" - again, you poets ah-maze me with your ability to describe anything from a single cell amoeba to quantum physics with just a few eloquent words.
This is simply sweet and tombstone-worthy.