Friday, March 3, 2023

Proof

I often see my mother when I look 

outside.  Her blue eyes first and then

her smile.  The way she stood – ready

to move, ready to stand firm.

I take her spirit in again and again.

The body dies, the spirit lives;

I believe this.  The proof?

The way I smile back at her.


-Byron Hoot

https://hootnhowlpoetry.com

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