How long upon the Earth did Love abide,
To comfort men and women face to face;
And when was she proclaiming in this place,
That love be law through all the country wide.
What solace does her seeming absence hide
From men and woman searching for her grace,
And standing here in line for her embrace,
And wishing ever to be at her side.
Or is her ambit still the city street,
The country lane, the chestnut-shaded trail,
Where chestnut blossoms fall along the way.
And does she still hold court, still wait to meet -
Her eyes still soft through all her long travail -
Those hoping to discover her today.
For my Mother.
Reminiscor · A Thousand Words