Matriarch

Butterfly kisses on the petal of a rose.

Blush colored cheeks, freckles on her nose.

Sapphire blue shines in her eyes,

With little swirls of silver, your heart sees the sky.

 

Greys and yellows, curls all around,

Frame the canvas of a tale without any sound.

Every wrinkle says another year has passed.

The last forty-five have sped by so fast.

 

Veins like tiny creeks flowing through sand.

Skin, thin and smooth, embraced when she can.

Words deep and strong, like the coffee on her breath.

She has witnessed many births, and just as many deaths.

 

When she talks, you listen, for fear of forgetting.

When she's gone you won't remember every setting.

So, every detail to every conversation lingers in your mind.

And you hope what is lost, you can forever find.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[PurpleQuartz]

BREATHLESS...wow this poem was amazing. You had the most fitting words in it that made the most loveliest flow...

[Shawna]

Thank you so much! :)