February Flakes

This is a poem about my mother at my grandmother's funeral.

February Flakes

 

Steve

 

Sept. 20, 2006

 

I saw your face;

It was jaded by the bitter winds.

You were seated by her grave

And looked on through a clouded lens.

 

And your hands,

Weathered by time and worries of life.

Felt the wind of February, cold and cutting;

Folded on your lap, protecting from strife.

 

The final chapter is finished; the story complete.

No more time for discussion or amends.                                Chorus

Yes, the snow is falling from the winter sky

A fitting touch to a separated end.

 

Well, the ground, it’s so hard.

And the air so heavy and cold.

What happened to time, and the chance

To be warm before you’re old.

 

 

 

Copyright 2006

 

Reviews

[DreamSharer]

The final chapter is finished; the story complete.
No more time for discussion or amends.
Yes, the snow is falling from the winter sky
A fitting touch to a separated end.

I loved the whole poem. The language and words used are very touchy and spoke to me. I personally loved the above stanza and I thought it was beautifully written projecting more than what the words mean. Great Job!

[Aspiring Angel]

"The final chapter is finished; the story complete.
No more time for discussion or amends"

These lines touched me especially. There is a story as to why these lines spoke so clearly to me but for another day perhaps. Beautifuol work as always my friend. I am sorry that I have not been around. The world just grabbed hold and would not let go. LOL

Blessings to you. I hope that your week is going well.

Blessings,
Lesa

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

very sad and emotional but beautifully written...

[Melon Choly]

So much sadness and despair in this poem, but written well to invoke these feelings.