Edmund V. Strolis
Season Of Love - Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Even in those photographs as grainy and yellowed as they were.
She shined like a dew drop on an April daffodil in full glory.
Bright baby, lovely baby, cherub cheeked, a waddling giggle.
In school pictures she wore a wide grin, with astonished eyes.
She rose like a curious tulip eager to please the sunshine.
Magic child, curious child, bursting heart, skipping free.
No wayward pull that tugs weak minds had any such hold on her.
Equally loving as wise she rose like no rose had ever risen.
Kind teen, studious teen, expanding her mind's eye to the stars.
Passionate traveler, she held her life in a sure but tender way.
Her grasp was one of nectar sharing unity with the butterfly.
Wise woman, enchanting woman, spreading love with nature's grace.
Steadfast through storms she remains centered, always true north.
Weaving tales all true to grandchildren bewitching them in rapture.
Beautiful woman, tender woman, living always in the season of love.
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