her secret

It is the image in the mind that links us to
our lost treasures; but it is the loss that
shapes the image, gathers the flowers, weaves
the garland.

~Colette, My Mother’s House

 

Whisper to me, Mother,
the secrets you’ve been privy to
from your current vantage point.

I will listen now.

Sometimes I try too hard,
look too fervently,
expect too much.

Forgetting words were always my thing more than yours.

Out running tonight,
a sharp wind came out of nowhere
Causing me to stop and look upward.

A perfect planetarium sky enveloped me like a warm blanket.

“Pay attention”, she whispers.

~Cynthia