A Poem by Michael "Little Bear" Williams

My Mamma...

Spring has come once again; but I know it is my Autumn, my late Autumn.  The bed that I lye in, has become my green pasture. 
The noise of the world, the sounds, the voices, the chaos... I now recognize as simply the moving water along side where I lay.
As I gaze upward, there is no ceiling, the Sun does not diminish my sight, the clouds drift aside and I see my new home being prepared for me.
Words, I now only know one... Love. 

© 2011 Michael "Little Bear" Williams

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Michael "Little Bear" Williams
For my Dear Mother...

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Added on April 11, 2011
Last Updated on April 11, 2011


Michael "Little Bear" Williams
Michael "Little Bear" Williams

Cincinnati, OH

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