mother
where flowers dont have time
their petals do not fall
brush your hand over mine
and there the scent of roses
will close over us like a veil
can it ever be fathomed
a mothers love
will it ever be known
the sadness she bears
was there ever a love like this
and dont i know
just a little
and cant i see
just a little
a fragment borrowed
from a stained glasss picture
shattered by a thousand sorrows
do i shed tears
that dont belong to me?
do i weep and cry?
oh how i long for us to see
come and walk until
the mountains meet the clouds
and lakes are found so still
so desperate is my plea
that the silence of the earth
haunts my ears
how can it be
there is a place somewhere
and there will come an hour
where sorrows are laid to rest
and that beautiful picture once lost
is again restored to what is was
and for all the lonesome hours
where kisses and tears were lost
you'll find a thousand flowers
and love without a cost
copyright lwm 2005
