Gift of Words

jp melville, ottawa, canadad




Gift of Words
february 1984
jp melville


A daughter’s mother
Asks of a mother
That mother to her son
‘Help wash away the pain’
He closed his eyes and dreamed…

Winter’s cold darkness a blanket
with sounds
the trees
distant barking
the solitude
blown over miles of fields
drifting snow
lonely sideroads…
softly…
softly…

The stillness of this early morn
quiet, dear
for morning’s sun breaks upon the cacophonic silence
in the trees chattering birds.

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