mother poem

there by the window in the old house
out of the deep and the dark
leave the lovely words unsaid
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
in and of itself
gone before us
and so it goes
the pale day drowses on the western steep
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
love me at last, or if you will not
i loathed you
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds