Blankets Of Silk

She wraps me up in blankets of silk

she lays upon me a grey rose from the field

The sky is clear and the moon is high

She chats a prayer to the angels up high

Not sure what she's saying

But she sounds like a dove

Her voice is calming 

and her words filled with love

My soul is lifting

To where I don't know

Because the power of her prayer

isn't something that's rare

My soul is resting freely

And my mind is at peace

She Kneels down next to my body

and cries for me

A tear has fallen on thee

Making pretty sparks, it crackled and pop

My body is gone 

and when the smoke clears

The only thing left is a woman who grieves.

Reviews

[mou]

truly! who could love with that strength..only mother..so strong with words and enriched with feelings that it could fetch the tears very easily.
mou

[Diane]

Aww thanks. I am happy you liked it and thank you for the review.

[mou]

my pleasure :)

[Great Aunt Astri]

A very nicely done poem. It must be so hard to lose one you love , to me this is a mother burying her child. Lovely details. It brought a tear to my eye too. It can also be read metaphorically. Leaving home, ending a relationship, end of an era.... I hope those that grieve find peace.

[Diane]

I agree with everything above. Thanks for the review.

[Great Aunt Astri]

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