Poem 13

A cool breeze

flowing across a meadow

on a summer’s day.

Not a care in the world,

as I lay motionless,

like the ocean at bedtime.

Perhaps it is a flowing stream,

or the gentle greeting of wooden chimes

in the spring time.

Like the warmth of mother’s hug.

I sigh.

 

~ Lillian B.

Until we meet again!…