PORTRAIT OF A MOOD
H. W. Bryce
Her face reflects a melancholy mood,
Thoughtful, gentle, kindness of soul, exudes
Patience and love, rejuvinations.
Her face is a portrait of peace.
Slowly, she reawakens from her thoughtful
Mood. Slowly, each limb unrelaxes,
Slowly, she rises, stretches, throws her head
Back, inhales, then, slightly shakes her lithesome
Body back to life, and goes forth. Zen
moment released, The power of zen
walking with her.
Her soft voice speaks, “Coming darling.”
Slowly, she paces into the bedroom
Where, lying in bed blinking, her mother
Reaches out open arms to welcome
Her loving daughter, whom she thinks is an
Angel come from heaven to take her away,
Away from the misery of this dread disease
That is punishing her because she is
A bad person. She thinks. Tears stream gently
down her wrinkled face. And the lithesome lady
With the melancholy face, enters her
Care giving self, with loving devotion,
Her face a portrait of a mood.
A mood of peace within.
Thoughtful. Pensive. Devoted.
Love.
Mother smiles.
