Shadows on the Stairs

The angelic shadow of motherhood

gently dances up the stairs.

Springs sweet illumination

breathes blossom warmth upon the air.

Shadows combine to furnish protection

warmed tenderly by the devoted sun.

Steady steps are then taken

two souls reside for now as one.

The shadowed hands slowly unravel

dispersed by the maturing sun.

Nurtured steps scatter independent

youthful abundance two are one.

Autumnal glow then briefly captures

the stature of the man?

Brutally clothed in uniformed fashion

bulled boots drag him innocently on.  

Twisted silhouettes of despair grip

intently as they descend.

Kindred shoulders bare him onwards

mother’s grief, dark winters end.