A Kiss From Spirit

the wind blew chill
my eyes grew tears
i felt the absence of her arms
i stood in silence
called her name
expecting nothing in return

but then a warmth crept over me
from head to toe
her presence felt
my mother’s soul took hold of me
embraced the cold
brought on the melt
like snow touched by the sun
in spring

the sadness lifted like a mist
at dawn upon the river’s flow
the minutes passed
i held her close
my heart wished she would never go
a gentle breeze then she was gone

but not before she left a gift
she left me with a loving smile
she left me lifted
left me raised
she left me with a mother’s kiss

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

This carries a soft kind of grief that still believes in warmth, like love refusing to stay buried.
There’s something real tender in it—like loss that aches, but still knows how to hold you for a while.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Thomas for sharing your thoughts. I appreciate you.

Chris

[Michael Sun Bear]

What a sweet loving tribute to your mother and a celebration of new life after death. I am pleased for you that in her spirit form your mother watches over you, that she responded to your sorrow, to your need of a mother.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your warm words Michael. Very much appreciated my poetry friend.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"embraced the cold
brought on the melt"
reminds me of my mother...but a bit opposite.
love the line "left me raised."
Brilliant tribute.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you j for your encouragement. So pleased you liked this tribute for my mum. Nice you thought of your own, while reading about mine. Have a good Sunday.

Chris