Oh imperceptible storm looming mighty as we walk,
secure is its claim as volatile manipulator.
The sun hides behind the insensitive violation,
the rugged moor top grows shapeless within the greyish shroud.
The day gives way to manifestation, illusions cast
as folk stagger habitually along life’s broadway.
My mother clasps a tiny hand, just happens to be mine,
the sun fights back peeps through the cloud, a shaft of light appears.
“One day you and I” she says “Will travel upon that light,
sent down every day for us, this the stairway to heaven.”
So many questions come to mind after these pensive years,
the day I buried my mother, a shaft of light appears!
2nd February 2013
for Seren Roberts contest