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A Brush of Heather

Final Days of Joy

By Marilyn GloverPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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A Brush of Heather
Photo by Felix Mooneeram on Unsplash

I still recall that summer in Scotland as paradise

My sister Maddie and I had many an adventure

I was eleven; she was nine, best of friends,

Exploring nature’s finest creations with such fury

Maddie’s favorite were the unending fields of heather,

“God painted the land in lavender,” she would always sing,

As she ran through her purple passion, laughing in excitement

Heather brushing against her skin was magic from the heavens

A truly innocent unbridled spirit; the angels adored her

Even in her sickest, final days, she wouldn’t miss a moment

This was soothing to her soul as she prepared for her journey home

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About the Creator

Marilyn Glover

7x Medium boosted poet, editor, and Reiki Master who is at her best when in nature. Creating to boost humanity while often not coloring within the lines. Follow me at: https://gmarilyn009.medium.com/

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