A rose may be shared,
as also, perhaps, a child,
or at least, the ties of motherhood
This didn’t come out as we expected,
did it, my love? But no matter —
it can be another thing we laugh about together
You, me, your dad, your brother —
we’ll all have a good laugh at this,
next time we get together,
next time we take a walk along the beach.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 13, 2018
Thinking of you Wendy. Of course, your beautiful poem brings us to a reverent place. What are we worshipping anyway? Life. Abundance. Grace. Your poetry is guiding us to a better outlook. Beyond loss. Very bold and beautiful. Sending love.
Isobel
Thank you.