My mother’s body
by Elouise
Time
and again
This is my body
broken
My mother’s body
haunts me
A living reminder
I stare through windows
wondering
how we traveled
so lonely
for so long
Misplaced
inadvertent flowers
bloom
without rhyme or reason
out of season
now out of time
Looking
into a mirror
I catch her
watching me
wondering
Lost birds
flutter on the ground
unable to spread
their wings and soar
together
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 12 January 2019
Painting by Natalya Zaytseva; found at ssatchairt.com
Telling the Truth 
the seasons blur into one, Mother nature ages, love weakens and the changes come, but on the bright side, there are many blessings waiting to pour out, just get to the end of the rainbow, amen
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Thanks! What a beautiful comment…. 🙂
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I was just adding to your lovely poem, thanks
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Elouise, I feel your mother’s presence… with you as you write from the bottom of your heart. Could this be the blessing of the energy our loved ones leave behind for us to embrace… when we are in need?
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Indeed…when we’re ready to receive it. Which, for me, took many years and many sorrows. Thanks, Jane, for this lovely comment.
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Your post helped both of us… ❤
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Wow.
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💜💕
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Your writing is beautiful.
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Oh….Thank you so much, Herminia, for this beautiful comment.
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