Part I
The shadows of night often came much too quickly.
An iridescent moon claimed the wintry nighttime sky.
Through the panes she watched snow softly drifting,
….like frozen tears for an missed passerby.
Nary a trace nor a tread marked the pathway
for the long days, even longer nights, on end.
The phone echoed only silence in the hallway;
not a call from a loved one or a friend.
She was in awe of the stoic, prismatic beauty
by amber lamplight she watched it softly fall
an icy blanket covering the warmth of a heartbeat
so saddened was she by the surrealness of it all.
White lace adorned the table at her bedside.
She neatly tidied it, as she brushed thru her hair:
silver strands like spun silk shown like satin
under the glow of the silvery moon's celestial glare.
As she struggled with the clasp of her necklace,
her thoughts drifted back o'er the passing of years.
These lustrous pearls were a gift from her mother
worn thru happiness and heartache, cleansed with tears.
Laid on black velvet, she touched them ever so gently:
opaque beauties reflecting the aura of the moon.
With tear filled eyes she thought of her only daughter
and prayed she'd come by or call upon her soon.
Darkness soon fell save for Heaven's silvery moonbeams.
Wintery winds whipped the snowflakes thru the night.
Outside a laden branch, like her heart, was truly breaking.
Amongst the angels she ascended her final moonlit flight.
Part II
The snowline glistened with the gloriousness of diamonds.
Such a pristine morning broke her tender heart in two,
for the trials of this journey would leave her crying.
She had come to do what many a child has had to do.
Some days past, the angels had taken her mother;
late in the night as she dreamt in peaceful sleep.
Sorrow and pain gripped her heart when they told her.
She meant to call but too many promises to keep.
The home where she grew seemed somber and so sullen:
silence hung in the air like a haunting, mournful tune.
The lamplight glowed as though beacon of forgiveness:
waiting patiently knowing someone would be there soon.
The room stood frozen in time, just as she left it;
seeming as though she had never gone away.
The sweet scent of her perfume still lingered;
so fresh it seemed she was present there that day.
Wrapped in her mother's quilt, she sat sobbing.
Had she known she'd have done things differently.
Immersed in her own world...it had consumed her.
She never dreamed without her mother she would be.
As she gathered up her memories, dusk was calling.
The wintry night seemed to offer no reprieve.
Glistening upon the nightstand...how could she miss them,
her mother's pearls wrapped in a black velvet sleeve.
Her tears fell like raindrops as she approached them;
upon her mother they had looked almost heavenly.
A withered note she found beneath their beauty lying
with trembling hands she lifted it to read.
"My dear daughter as you read this, please stop crying;
from the Heavens I will always be with thee.
Wear these pearls in remembrance of our dear love
This genuine gift from the heart of God's oceans deep...
For just as precious as the pearl is to the oyster
so too are you, my child, forever precious and alive
inside of me."
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