The winds daughter sleeps atop the waves <br />The tide slapping in <br />Fruitlessly shushing the world <br />Feathered hope reviewing its grave under the eyes of time <br />Disappointment creaking as it rocked back and forth <br /> <br />Love stamped in my mother's handwriting <br />Like the scent of grass bathed in morning's joy <br />Left beneath the sleepy gossamer of solace <br />And though her face escapes into an impervious state <br />I still kind of miss her <br /> <br />So hold the smile of an ancient oak <br />On which the earth is held <br />And kiss the fear of teathered hearts <br />Beating around until its rope has ended <br />Escort your pounding head to your mother's estate <br />And find the joy in discovery<br /><br />Audrey Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-stamped-in-my-mother-s-handwriting/
