Return

She stood

high on a rock

an ageless oak tree

A voice began to rise

an echo

travelling gently

Wings of wind,

down

A jagged mountain

slope

The sun is gathering its rays ,

ready to go home

Galloping horses,

sleepy ,

grumpy – children voices ,

heavy stepped

workers

Standing there ,

feeling still

dents from the past

This time I won’t turn away

from the dying of this day

The echo is nearing

And it’s courage I need

To show her ,

silvery hair –

Life on my skin ,

weary body –

A profound sense of loss

for all the years ,

when my mothers love

failed to reach me

(C) Copyright , Dinka Bednjacic 2016.