Pushing Up Daisies
by reiningjupiter

Beneath the Daisies
Tread lightly where you go,
old souls
lie weeping ‘neath the grass
in slumber for the last
Today is naught a morning past,
but daylight for the dew
of you.
Life goes on with and without,
time stops beneath the surface
memories floating on a whim.
Return to me again, again…
Mother’s love.

© LTM 1/20/14