Kindred Spirits

For my mother, the one who laughed and sang and danced with me... and loved me, though I didn't deserve it. My mother was so like a rose, beautiful and hearty, resilient and unique, and truly one of a kind.

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I spy a pink rose

And my mind dips down

Into the pit of my very soul

The echo of you

Is in each new bud

In the wind and the sky and the road.

The song of you will

Live in me

Even when I’ve been long gone

For your life will not

Have been in vain

But will meet with me at dawn.

For you are the love

That does not fade

Like the pink of this new rose

And the love that dams

Me in by fate

That will hold off all my woes

I love you now

As I will do ever

Even if you did go home

And know that I

Will love you still

When I've left this skin and bone

Then you and I

Will be as we were

The two who are no more

With no pain to bear

Just the you and the me

That we had in the days of yore