Cyrilla -The Woman in the Mist #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth
Taken by surprise I see her
the woman in the mist
a smile fused with love
Reaching out to her
I grasp a small hand
the woman in the mist
we walk and talk about life’s ups and downs
she listens as she always has
the woman in the mist
of my loss she understands
I awaken from a beautiful dream
that is springlike warm and green
the woman in the mist
she queries of her boys
and her heart’s desire
I assure her they are fairing well
the woman in the midst
our time escapes too soon
I will wait another year
for a moment with a friend so dear
the woman in the mist
Dedicated to my friend Cyrilla whose birthday we celebrate her memory will never fade from those she loves
Wonderful tribute, my friend.
sprry for the loss of your friend moon…
A lovely rememberance verse.
I am sure Cyrilla would appreciate this lovely poem.
This is a beautiful. An exquisite way to honor your friend.
Thanks kind of amazing that it hit her birthday for the C day
Oh, that is just beautiful.
A gift to all who knew her. The Eastern Churches pray “May her memory be eternal” for she will remain while there are those who remember her.
I’m so sorry for your loss, Leslie. You’re so right – our love keeps them with us…