Restless spirits

If the mothers remember me

They whisper my name on the full moon

As memories rise

Of mine

Restless in the dreaming

Thoughts of you disappear

Deep inside

Only to emerge in dreams

Which then rise

To be recalled

With coming of the sun

Along with memories of

So many times of darkness

When I sat by both of your beds

Holding your hands as you wept

Or I did

Now that you have seemingly

Disappeared

There will be times I feel you close

On a breath of wind

Or as a feather alights next to my feet

On a morning walk

Then

As for a moment I stop

To pick it up

I remember how much

You longed for flight

But also how

Confined you became

So that in the end

Although both passings were sad

With them also came

The bittersweet relief

Of knowing that finally

Your restless spirits

Could fly

Free