

perhaps because
it is Autumn
I think of my mother
the season when
her last illness
began many years ago
and the trees
outside her hospital
window
I read to her
from the Psalms
and poets she would
know from long ago
and new poets too
most of all
I remember her faith
and unconditional love
that is with me still
From the Psalms:
Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty:
neither do I exercise myself in great matters,
or in things too high for me.
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself,
as a child that is weaned of his mother:
my soul is even as a weaned child.
Psalm 131: 1 – 2
photos of sunflowers
the field on the way home
from my mother’s home
years and years ago
gave me strength
I will love thee, O LORD, my strength.
Psalm 18: 1
My poem is from a new sequence at Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin:
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin
water
for the begonia
and hosta petals
on the lawn
small vase of daylilies
for the sunroom
goldenrod grows tall
above the windowsill
bees, butterflies, and
hummingbirds visit
by the windows
B eautiful way to
O pen hearts and
O pen minds to
K now new stories and
S ongs
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Images: Reusable Art
by fields of corn
growing in July sun
daylilies