So long, mama
Rest assured, your journey’s fare has been payed
one last whiff of spring brushes her cheek as the boatman calls— no time for goodbyes the swallows rushing to greet the summer sun up north she on a different course already set
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A very beautiful poem, Fotini. Am I to understand you are writing about your own mother? I send you my deepest and most heartfelt condolences if so my friend.
When I need her, she visits. Have faith moms never leave. 🙏🌹