Well, if this isn't a perfect example of synchronicity! This past weekend, in honor of Mother's Day, I had posted the poem below, once written for my mother, Pearl. Also, I added a poem for my grandmother. Not too many folks visit this blog, so I decided to place the poems in storage with many of my other attempts at poetry.
Season of Birth
The sun bestows a benevolent glow.
Sweet harmonies
fill feathered hearts
while a glistening Pearl drop of dew
anoints
the rose's brow.
the rose's brow.
A breeze dances softly
through the trees,
through the trees,
gathering wisps of life,
and soon the world is awake and moist
with the birth of another day.
Jeanne I. Lakatos