Where The White Lilium Grows

Rest well this Spring, and be remembered.

 

Where The White Lilium Grows

In Memory of: Marlene Lillian (Lilly) Walker Burnett

A rapturous day is robbed

of its splendor,
Fateful dismal day

that Christ is risen.
Grieving heads bent in Aprils' sheen,
Laid her body beneath a mighty oak.

Stark white on black
contrasts emerald green…

"Where does thy mothers' warm bosom lay?"
It lies within a deep dark slumber.

 

"What abhorrent mark struck upon a
such a lovely brow?"
By this deed let not your hearts be encumbered.
Forever is naught but only for now.

Feed not the Lilium of helpless vengeance,
Follow me only

where cathartic winds blow.
Maternal whispers alone in stillness,
Look for me where white Lilies grow.

I'll not rush to answer a lonesome call,
Awaken me not till I rise with thee,
Disturb me not to watch sibling tears fall,
Unless to lay a Lilium upon my feet.

Eternity is naught but only a moment,
For joyous Easter Lilies do not weep.

Reviews

[Legolas]

This is a very emotional and sweet poem. Thank you for sharing it. It has a certain tranquility to it. Your mother would (and is, I'm sure) very proud of this poem and of you. Wonderful job. It is rich with meaning and heart felt, feeling and care.

[Eve]

Thanks so much, I appreciate your kind thoughts and sentiments :)

[Legolas]

Youre very welcome:)

[Eve]

A beautifully serene and deep poem full of warmth and meaning. Your work is amazing. All thought-out phrases and words, to process what is so beautifully painted.

E.L.

[Eve]

Thank You E.L. , this was written for my mother who is deceased since I was 5, so it's an important one to me :) Thank you for your tender review of it.

Oh so sorry to hear that, now it gets even more and more meaning to me. You're so welcome dear.