Poem -

Even in the quietest moments

Even in the quietest moments

Even in the quietest Moments
A Poem
By
jude Kyrie

Sometimes even
in the quietest moments.
I can hear your voice
comforting and gentle.

It stirs up memories
of your unconditional love.
Then goes even deeper
to a need that lives in me.

A need to see you again,
even after all
these passing years.
I know every inflection and
nuance of your sweet voice.

Angels bring me her message.
Angels bring me her love.

For now I understand
there is no silence, no ending.
Only a continuum
of what was once us.

I close my eyes
And I can see you again.
through the mist
of two worlds apart.

Your face so
beautiful to me.
Your kiss
so comforting.

In silent voices
I whisper
I love you Mom.

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Jude Kyrie

An excellent motherly love poem, thanks for sharing, my applause, my vote

A need to see you again,
even after all
these passing years.
I know every inflection and
nuance of your sweet voice.

Angels bring me her message.
Angels bring me her love.

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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sparrowsong

Your Mom and Mine SOUNDS LIKE GREAT FRIENDS...

They have a similar HEART!

I can see mine smiling and she's not alone...

sparrowsong

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