~ RHAPSODY

RHAPSODY
 
Fragile, sweet daughter, mine
Life has its way with us
And
Bending to its music, we rise
And
Take a place in its symphony hall
To blend with harps and flutes
To play a lush tomorrow
A royal song
From our joys and mourning combined
 
Tomorrow!
A water-colored rhapsody on canvas new
Yours
Bright and Blessed
 Love, Mama
                                                                Carol Castagna  (c) 10/2012

Isaiah 40: 31  They who wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength;   they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not be afraid.