A lesson from a great mother

The morning dew reflects my prior nights sorrow.

Droplets lingering far too long on my petalled eye corners.

I wrap my leaves of security around the memory.

But you are gone, lost amongst the waves of change.

The clouds are rolling over the hills of desperation, clouding my every thought.

Then, like the morning dew vanishes before the sun, my eyes return their color, my soul begins to burn.

For she and I are one, this great mother and myself.

The weather comes and changes us, for good and bad.

The waves crash, raindrops fall and winds take us places we never thought; but somehow eventually the clouds part to reveal the sun hidden beneath.

This is the lesson I've leaned from my great mother.

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[Wandering Violet]

That's very evocative, the setting and choice of words. Nice work!