in my wee Dundee back garden
angel feathers lie scattered
freed from my mother’s wings
hope on days when I’m just shattered
she sees me when I watch the news
observes the way I weep
she watches me pray for peace
each night before I sleep
she’s sitting on my shoulder
with every poem I write
her love is always with me
every day, every night
so many angel feathers
in my wee garden in Dundee
a welcome sign that the Mom I miss
keeps her loving eyes on me
copyright © 2020 KPM
Beautiful 🖤
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I love the last verse!
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