Memories that can never be

I take our pictures of today

To share with you tomorrow

My hardest loss is

 from journeys not taken

And  hope's sweetness left un-tasted

Mother/Goddess,

In the bite of the raw winter wind

There is shelter in your breast

And nourishment in your milk

for healing 

To Thee I turn

amen

I see the seagull  

Stalled in flight,

While facing the north wind.

And choose to believe

That he again will play

in the  breezes 

of the summer sun!