Andrea Travis Poet Romanticism

My Mother Walks Softly

In the corridor of my soul
My mother walks softly there
I smell L’ Air Du Temps
And feel the way she cared

Missing her light steps
Coming down the autumn path
All the leaves rustling
Making me miss the past

Her ashes, all that’s left
To hold in my arms
Longing for her hugs
Oh, how she was warm

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Jessica Renee Dawson August 14, 2013 at 3:59 PM Paints a picture of beauty in sorrow ~

Richard Lamoureux August 8, 2013 at 6:36 AM This is so sad and Beautifuly expressed. I know she is smiling down on you. It is nice that she visits the corridors of your soul.

Johnny Rhinem August 7, 2013 at 6:29 PM † I Can Feel Your Heart As Love For Precious Mother Here Dear Andrea. Tis The Hope One Believes Of Most Artist To Touch Another Within This Way So Kudos, As Hearts Unto You. Personally Although My Own Mother Shall Never In Essence Be Dead Towards Myself For I As My Beautiful Father, Find, That All Do Live ˜ Love, John