Return To Me
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Return to me oh fickle son
while your mother weeps
search on for call of the Jay
though elusive Cardinal sleeps
the roads took me back
to voiced memory fair
though flesh substance lack
red ribbons of flowing hair
I a begger have not an ounce
for those unwitting palms
yet rule of law denounce
except in whispered psalms
love fulfilled in child's smiling treasure
all sins forgiven, each in equal measure
epilogue
~~~She was only three, when he, at eighty-three, breathed his last...
the joy of new beginnings now forever linked to an unknown yet precious past~~~
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2020
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