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
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2013
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