Once was here

 

 

Once was here

 

 

The eagle’s feather,

once was here, flying

on my dresser

in the mouth of the angel, open to the sky

an art piece, I bought, after

It reminds me of her,

every time I pass

She looked like this ~ this angel,

as she lie on her bed, my mother

when she died,

as she was taking her last breath

She is resting now ~ at last

I saw her today

through my bathroom window

as I was filling bottles with fragrant oils

scents, I use

when I heal wounds,

left

deep within those who don’t know peace

yet

She stopped breathing

but I knew

like the eagle knows the cry,

the screeching of his mate

Alas, the feather and I
and the eagle,

wait

 

ldn