There was a familiar voice,
in the softly whispering woods,
reminding me of words
that once came from your mouth, mama:
“Why speak of what should be forgotten,
why lie awake in hours of the night
relive the pain that should be over now?
Omit those thoughts that must be left alone.
Move on I say, move on!”
I heard, and listened and I’ll try this time.
The breeze went on, leaving me there,
with what was needed for my road.
Now newer light is shining down on me
as Winter comes to me without regret.