To My Dear Friend on the Death of Her Mother

By Shirley Wilsey

You will wander for a time
In this dark wood
But one day, looking up
Through looming branches
You’ll catch a glimpse of sky
And your whole being will know
What your heart knows now
The sunrays brightly patterning
The forest floor you tread
Are symbols of your mother’s love

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Shirley Wilsey, having survived careers as a teacher, a lawyer, and a technical writer, lives in Berthoud, Colorado, with her two cats. Her real job has always been writing, but she’s still learning how to make that her first priority. Given enough time and grace, she hopes to eventually get to the place, in writing and life, that she is supposed to be.