alice always with me
THE VEIL IS THIN
They have never left.
The sharp chill in the air,
the soft breeze brushing the cheek,
the faintest scent of lavender on a late spring day,
the swishing sound of an endless willow strand;
all reminders of enchantments felt, not seen.
Mothers and their mothers;
conservators of unconditional love.
Some missed the mark,
however, pure their heart’s intent.
Now, sentinels, on the ready,
a whisper, a breeze, a scent away.
When we are most in need of reminders that we are loved.
The veil is thin
and they have never left.
For my mom, Alice Pleasant, miss you.