Something more than right

The whispers I hear

they are not my imagination

They are my ghosts of yesterdays

whispering

take courage my son and move forward

Do not not embrace the past

for it is dust

Ask yourself my son

did I gather?

did I save?

for your barren winter has arrived

I must recover what I have gathered from your wisdom

I have hid it deep in my soul

taken gracefully

given abundantly

from your long life

From your soul

You offered

Thank God i took

I received

I held on

and now I may savour

and now I give thanks

I wont cling

for if I do

Your job was in vain

I know its time to let go

black raiment is best worn on those who are guilt gotten

who have failed to accept the abundance of riches

that only a wise woman can give

But I must admit mother

Im scared

You showed me what to look for

when I thought I had found love

Ive looked

i know

I accept

Im thankful

Now I know I have to let you go

just like the dark night gives way to the sheer brillance of morn

I have to let go

surrender

but I will retain

not just memories of laughter and glee

but the important things

someone had to teach you so that you could pass them down to me

To always be humble

to offer the gift of trust

to embrace the glo of love

to never ever feel I have the right

to treat those who love me anything but right

Love and trust

hard earned but can be quickly lost

so quickly lost

and like a single sand

in a busted hour glass

can never again be found