mother’s day…

mother's day

the hands
on the old clock
move so slowly
but each turn
of its gears
fills this empty room
with sound
like a grindstone
turning these bones
back into dust
to be carried
by the winds
into the loving arms
of mother earth

she’s a saint…

digital decoupage cwmartin

i’ve been thinking
about that old clock
hour after hour
day after day
year after year
with machine precision
she tends to the needs
of others
pouring out
i suspect
her soul
into the empty bowls
of their lives
never once
thinking about herself
just
the needs
of others
but
i was wondering
what makes
her
tick
and
when will
someone
fill
her
bowl

 

Thanks to Jamie for the  Versatile Blogging  Award..I … like my dear friend Cindy shall not pass it on…for the same reasons, but truly appreciate the award from Jamie…a writer I dearly love.