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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.
8 comments:
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.
A very nice reflection on memories.
I like this! Nicely done!
This is just stunning.
A beautiful shadorma. “Finger tipping heaven’s hem”
Love it... you captured the sense of that image in your words.
I liked "heaven's hem" and "cradling the sacred".
So beautifully said!
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