I wish I had asked her-what Secret she held that Delivers a big smile Despite the burdens piled!
And skips on her steps could Be that of a ten year old Skipping along not fearing-the Impending burden she’d be bearing! With a nod in my dream she smiled What you saw will be you my child. You’d have hurdled life's race- in Wonder of God’s Grace-she said!
Sitting leisurely on the porch… Sipping away the brimming tea, Shifting into bliss afar Sensing the aroma … exotic, Seeping through my soul Slowly lifting me up!
Soothing notes of thousand Song bird calls and Sweet scents of Honey-suckles Sweeping through my senses, Softly lulling me into a… Swirl of acute awareness!
So far away and tiny Specks… all big troubles Seem to shrink- without a Shrink -and renewed Soul beaming with joy, Sipped away the cup of tea!
Thanks to Sally Rodes Lee, the sharp literary intellectual who recognized me as a poet in her book "The Spirit of Monterey"; I have finally made my mother very proud!
I am sure my mother's "Soul...Beaming with JOY"- showering her Blessings... on all the living angels who touch my life and making it blissful!