The Player Queen

A mothers love can weave a dream
of stars and futures fine.
A hope that’s heaven sent but  
resolve that’s based in time.
 
Alone she sat, abandoned flat
though smiled through all the pain .
Her hopes for me wove a cloak
that ringed my infant heart.
 
The dream she dreamed for me
was fantasy and profound. But mothers
thoughts of future wonders for
newborns know no bounds.
 
When left with child a sadness rose
though tears that fell were joy.
They quenched my thirst and  
bathed my soul against the rising worst.
 
So dreams she had and dreams
she gave to me without reserve
for life, for love, for all that’s good
plus a crown of stars supreme.