Close your eyes dearest mother, of mine
Your memories shall recount
Of all our treasured moments
And everything that counts.
For these are things that matter
And so shall always be –
An imprint of loves’ divinity
Supreme.
It’s memories that linger, with thoughts
A second best
Of all God’s creations
Sent within blessings of His Love.
For who are we to question
What memories we should recall
When all around us God is Love
With divinity, supreme!
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2011/2012
