cotton-dust in her lungs
I breathe for her husband
who lost her too young
I breathe for my father
who never knew a mother's love
I breathe for my grandfather
eyes blinded from the sun
I breathe for his wife
who never saw his face
I breathe for my mother
whom time can't erase
I breathe for five sisters
who left this earth too soon
I breathe for them all
'neath the sun and the moon
Lucy Meskill
breathtakingly tender, lucy.
ReplyDeletefull of love! <3<3<3
they are in the wind / soft breezes on our faces / memories of love ... <3<3<3
ReplyDeletebeautifully wrought, dear heart ... nearly every time i set up for a shot of a bee or butterfly -- it can be the stillest of days, not a breeze blowing -- the wind whips up, if only for a moment, and i say hello to all of those who've gone before us. and then i can take my shot ... :)