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| My youngest child, and forever my "baby" even at 10 and probably for his whole life :) |
are like mountain tops -
pinnacles
of one's heart,
finger-tipping heaven's hem,
cradling the sacred.
by Margaret Bednar, March 15, 2018
This is for "dVerse Meeting the Bar - Phantom Form - Shadorma" It is a syllabic form consisting of six-line stanzas with a 3-5-3-3-7-5 pattern. We could explore the fog, paranormal, unexplained phenomena of life and death.
My mind went to what we are truly made of - in the end it isn't the physical as it is what is inside - and being a mother that for me is my children, my family, the love I have for them. I am easily brought to tears remembering the past, watching them grow, seeing them smile and enjoy being together in the present... their laughter, tears, etc. I think these feelings are what I will BE when I pass from this life to the next...
In the photo above my youngest child (6th of 6 and the 2nd son) is resting upon a boulder on top of Grandfather Mountain in NC.
What a beautiful photo collage that describes what comprises you perfectly: their cherubic faces, their dreaming atop a mountain looking skyward. I love how you formed the prompt around a mother's love and how our relationships with others can actually define who we are. Lovely, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteA very nice reflection on memories.
ReplyDeleteI like this! Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThis is just stunning.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful shadorma. “Finger tipping heaven’s hem”
ReplyDeleteLove it... you captured the sense of that image in your words.
ReplyDeleteI liked "heaven's hem" and "cradling the sacred".
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully said!
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