My Mom's Poem

My mom wrote a poem the other day. This poem only took her 6 minutes to write, and although it doesn't rhyme or have any significant meaning, it has a personal meaning to her. For those dying to know the inspiration behind the poem, just email her and she'll be happy to tell you! I hope you enjoy it. My mom calls it "Those Who Sleep"...that sounds like me after a long walk in the woods!

The scent of must hangs overhead
Looming, present, swirling from afar
The sincerity of a raven’s cry
A desperate mourning plea for air.

A gently bending blade of grass
The rustling of the autumn leaves
All life absorbed from the helpless ones
All sucked from it, its green.

Glimmering, shimmering, misty eyes
The distance gazed from shore
The desperate faces of those once loved
And the memories once poured.

Once here with the one so mentioned
A casual theme of calm
Taken for granted leaving melancholy
Where the wistfulness once was.

Embedded in the beaten ground
Mark of tradition lies so deep
Engraved into the hearts and souls
Who admire those who sleep.