Walking Through the Meadow

( WALKING THROUGH THE MEADOW )

I close my eyes and she appears, as if she never left.
She wipes my tears from my cheek, keeps me in check.
We talk about the old times, how things used to be.
The serenity that i feel, and the peace that I see.

We look each other in the eyes, so happy is my heart.
The special moment that we have, tender is the part.
The meadow green with ivy, flowers surround its base.
My hand reaches out to touch her, beautiful is her face.

She whispers softly in my ear, I giggle at her voice.
A burden is lifted off of me, simple is the choice.
The wind brushes through my hair, she is here to stay.
My mind is convinced, that everything will be okay.

I slowly open up my eyes, the meadow is like a psalm.
Butterflies flap their wings, the air so eerily calm.
My peace is made as usual, through the angels wings.
A part of her is with me, softly as the meadow sings.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Dietrich Avatar
October 21, 2014 at 7:07 PM
this is so nice, jasmine. what a gem!
Cruz Avatar
October 21, 2014 at 7:54 PM
ty Andrea. I appreciate it.
Kendrick Avatar
October 21, 2014 at 4:36 PM
I really like the feel of this one..Very emotive, expressive and creative work..I wonder who it is in the meadow..Thanks for the visit to my page..Your comments were uplifting..Sara
Cruz Avatar
October 21, 2014 at 7:02 PM
Thanks Sara. This poem is made up but references to A woman missing her mother. I often take myself to other peoples lives and try to live them in my shoes. It gives me a better perspective on life.
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