A Poem for Today - Daughter/Mother
In the orchard, beyond the creek
broken tree limbs strewn
the clouds danced above
white light from your fingers
daughter, do not cry
after during now never
memories not remembered
a coffin of memory buried
in desire, a lost child
sometimes there is hope
In the voice, beyond the creek
blue tree limbs strewn
the river danced above
white silence from your fingers
mother, do not cry
until now during after
memories not singing
a window of distance buried
in grief, a lost child
there is always hope