for Mama
your ladyslipper stories
I'll find again one day
when the new grass dew
dots the lawn
like starlight and
the children have all gone away
remembering their dreams.
remembering their dreams
they have departed
and not on this side of things
will they return
when the sun burns
the dew off the grass.
you will wipe your tears
with the kerchief of wind
that billowed out their sails
at the last at the end
and tell to me again
like the beads of lost prayers
on their behalf,
your lady slipper stories
on the fragrant air
mid the flowers everywhere
mary angela douglas 17 december 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another great poem from A stand out great post and what They mean to us, to help us When we need hope filled dream's.. iip.. is James 👣👣
Thank you for the kind words about the poem. I do agree that anytime we can write anything about our parents who loved and who believed in our dreams we are on the right, the golden track and there is no honor that the world can give that is more beautiful and higher than to remember their love. We will meet all our relatives in Heaven and then we will all live eternally in the Kingdom of REAL poetry and of our dreams and it is not for nothing that we had those feelings as children no matter how discouraged we get and how the world tries to drag us down in later life. THE DREAMS ARE TRUE. THE WORLD IS THE ILLUSION, THE WORLD THAT TRAMPLES ON OUR DREAMS. THE DREAM IS IN GOD AND CANNOT DIE. AND NEITHER WILL WE. In Christ. He who believes in me though he dies yet shall he live. What is a more beautiful true dream and poem than that I do not know. Words of strong and solid comfort. And the best part is just by WRITING the poems and trying to share them we are already fulfilling our dream and honoring our fathers and mothers especially because we can share our poems on the internet. Be very encouraged and Merry Christmas season to you.