The halo of my golden years
Brings honeyed tea and hope, cookies glimmering with heart.
"Shine your life with love — be yourself," she says,
gifting me dollar bills and cheerful notes.
An adult-child — she doesn't mind.
Always caring because mothers never forget that role.
Her actions are a beacon — guiding me from the shadows.
Still, she slipped away while I slept.
Oh, if I could hold her now.
My heart yearns, flickering with the innocence of a seven-year-old.
In midnight journeys, we're together again— old age no more.
She gives me more than honeyed tea.
I thirst no more; for she blooms with a new beginning.
A timeless homecoming — for nearer to me is she.
About the Creator
C C Farley
I love to write fiction, nonfiction and poetry. My short films have been screened at the Commffest Community Festival in Toronto. A 2025 graduate of the SFU Writer's Studio, I just completed a thriller novel.
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This was gorgeous C C.