Ritual Poem by lamia harker

Ritual



I dream of the stars.
I dream of my mother’s eyes.
Dark like silent midnight skies
filled with those stars.
I am one of those stars.
Her compassion is
the warmth of night
the softness of
shadows

I dream of her first kiss.
I dream of love.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 28 August 2009

Nothing like MOMS memory at times.

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