Mother’s Day

From the side of the multipurpose
metro parkway trail,
a single angelus transports me:
You sing some nursery nonsense as
we pack away the picnic stuff;
it’s time to go home.
Within the forest’s shade,
there is nothing to be seen but
bluebells, by their thousands,
ringing out the joys of heaven.

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