Majesty of Magenta

My eyes, throbbing with agony,
bore through the window,  
desperately seeking the freedom of sky.  
To my surprise the crabapple tree  
possessed joyous magenta flowers,  
providing an unexpected  
jubilant assault of my mind.  
Lush leafy erratic branches,  
a turmoil of spring beauty  
stood in striking empathy of my silent cries.  
The afternoon sun pales the majesty of magenta.
As only love can pale agony.  
Memories live forever, is a haunting horrible lie.  
Unlike me, those magenta flowers don't need a why....
My love for her will never die.  
The majesty of those magenta flowers,  
if only for a moment, seizes and saves me deep inside.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
Author's Note
Just sitting with my mom as dementia slowly steals her mind. It's agony to know I've lost her, even though she is still alive. My love for her will never die...
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