This is a re-post of an old poem written almost 10 years ago. If anything, it shows how far I've come with my writing (it took all I had not to edit it). The basic premise is still meaningful and close to my heart. That is, remembering the feeling of being in the womb:
Mother, Mother, where have you been?
I miss that red velvet cloak
You held within.
I miss its soft caress
full of smiles and warmth,
and the love of a kindred soul
long lost, but never forgotten.
please put it on...
It isn't worn, or full of dust,
not yet, if ever it was.
Ah, but you have given it to me, for keeps
and I have put it away in safety,
so that I too may unfurl
It's red river of comfort
to the next bright star, who waits, in the wings.
best of: at home with neville trickett.
16 hours ago