'a brief verse departing sorrow'


My Mothers House



In my mothers house there are books and dreams
her kind voice speaks in soothing tones of a better more innocent world,
The house that never changes it will never die while her spirit lives
No walls of earthly gain surround the paths she walks
Bye high rivers past the last traces of visible skies
in a silent space without weight of time I hear her voice sing
Still as a forest full of heavenly streams
In my mothers house there are books and dreams. . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-12-30 at 23:32

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