Return To Me

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~~~