The Veil is Thin

Alice Pleasant and Emily (my mother and niece)

They have never left.
The sharp chill in the air,
the soft breeze brushing the cheek,
the faintest scent of lavender on a late spring day,
the swishing sound of an endless willow strand;
all reminders of enchantments felt, not seen.

Mothers and their mothers;
conservators of unconditional love.
Some missed the mark,
however, pure their heart’s intent.
Now, sentinels, on the ready,
a whisper, a breeze, a scent away.

When we are most in need of reminders that we are loved.
The veil is thin
and they have never left.

 

amy pleasant 2015

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