November

In Memory of My Mother
(July 14, 1947 - Nov. 2, 1995)

November

The trees of November,
Have cast their leaves asunder;
Baring their souls against a cold grey sky.
I watch them as I hurry,
Through the wind in all its fury,
And I listen as they heave a great sigh.

Then along comes the rain,
And I think of you again.
Now the drops that are falling are like tears.
I mix them with my own,
Feeling solemn and alone,
With only memories to mark the passing years.

Deep down I'll always know,
That a Mother’s love can glow,
Through the darkness of a long and empty night;
When my soul is softly weeping,
You will come, and I'll be sleeping,
And you'll wrap your arms around me with delight.

In those times that you are near me;
I will speak, and you can hear me.
Then you soothe away my sadness with a smile.
You will always be my mom,
And I can see you have not gone,
While my heart is gently fooled by dream’s beguile.

-Shelley Sandblom