“Come home to me” ~ from Linda Willows

Come home. Come now. Come home to me.
There was a life of our own; overthrown, don’t you see.
In shadows, memories, and stories untold,
Pieces lay bound in these hearts by blindfold.

Come to me now, even come to me, late.
I’ve grown old and I’ve bent all the way to forsake.
I can’t give you still what was lost in the wake.
Such grieving pulled down in some eternal thieve’s take.

I could bring what I own and set table for you.
It is humble and bare, yet my soul is there too.
Come to sit with me, dears, I have so much to tell.
My heart lives here with you, even after all fell.

©2012 Linda Willows


Mother Heart, Born of Hope

Mother Heart, born of hope,
of dreams that tie forever’s elope.
Love immersed in tender gaze
from near or far which follows all days.

Gentle bond to swaddled care
from birth to times that challenge heart’s dare.
Nothing ever alters the breath once shared,
yet each day is new and brings its own wares.

Mothers Heart, opens to fill with grace
acceptance, forbearance and the soul’s very face,
anchored throughout all of the turns of life’s fate.
It emboldens, widens and curls towards Love’s Gate.

©2011 Linda Willows