Still

The perfect Mother’s Day poem from the incomparable Amaya Engleking of Gospel Isosceles. I am thankful for a Mother who still breathes with me, and for the Mother of my children, who still cradles their hearts.

Gospel Isosceles


Let breath be held and time rest still
When winter lands with her soft kiss
A plum linnet taps windowsill
As breath is held and time rests still
Mother and child witness her chill
Blanketing this holy fortress

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