There
Once was a matriarch
Who had a
Dream to nurture the
Darling buds of spring
Her
Melodious songs
Soothe
The heart and soul of
The lost boy on edge
She
Rekindles the forbidden
Passion
With precious gifts
From the heart
The neophyte
Gets a big dose of
Reality
Searching for the crumbs
From the master’s table
Behold
The lovely matriarch of Oz
Feeding
The fallen stars under the
Cloudless blue sky
She
Won the hearts
Of many
With soulful songs
Of hope
The sun shines
On the golden buds…
Elegant
Rose petals for the
Matriarch of hearts
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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The Gentle Neophyte
16 years ago
6 comments:
Many of us know what it feels like to have to settle for the crumbs from the head of the house. The lessons learned, however, seem have been lifelong. At least there was the exposure to the kindness and caring of a mother. She sounds like such a sweet person.
Hi Technobabe
Thank you for your comments. How are you today?
Your reflection on the "Songs of the Matriarch" captures the essence of the poem. And the bit about the "exposure to the kindness and caring of a mother" really drives home the point.
Ever so tender and gentle, the matriarch is always there to help. :))))
Cheers
Glad you enjoyed it, Honeysuckle56. :))))))))) A "garden full of delicate blooms" captures the essence of the poem. Thank you for your kind comments.
Beautiful song,beautiful picture, beautiful feeling and beautiful love which are alway permanent theme in the human life!
Hi Lory
May your inner beauty continue to glow. Thank you for your delightful comments on Songs of the Matriarch. :)
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