Gone Mother Gone,

It began in the innocent spring of life This of which, never did share Spent summer of youth … One in blanket gaze While, she of long reaching, __ mystic stare Now stirs autumn winds Whispers of twice-cried tears Two stories tell, each welling deep The chambered nautilus of harbored fear Maybe forever, shared song of winter’s discontent Yet strings play on As purveyed souls, soon greet seasons, never meant