Sometimes I slip back to that place

where troubles can’t intrude

My mother’s garden, filled with flowers and lace



In need of respite from life’s fast pace

I wander and let waves wash over this unsettled mood

Sometimes I slip back to that place



In search of comfort, it’s childhood footsteps I trace

to release these problems I’ve accrued

My mother’s garden, filled with flowers and lace



And when I’m seeking mercy and divine grace

from this darkness, I look up and get lost in gratitude

Sometimes I slip back to that place



and when I find relief from a shifting space

I let go of my affliction, this need to brood

in my mother’s garden, filled with flowers and lace



With memories of home, I seek to replace

everything in life that’s become skewed

Sometimes I slip  back to that place

My mother’s garden, filled with flowers and lace






photo: mine



prompts: #TastyPoem, #MadVerse