Children

for my Mother
 
Children are born of such strange seed;
they sprout and flower
and then fly free.
 
Of hugging deep 
And letting go, 
And pain of growing things unknown.
 
The pain is real 
Love’s hold so strong 
Forget me not, oh golden crown.
 
I walk with strength 
my chest held high
acidic tears find rival eyes
 
Oh sun, my sun, I am your star 
And while I may be far from sight 
Your warmth encompasses my garb.
 
Relationships grown firm with time 
connecting with so firm a line 
that time and distance become unconfined.
 
If you must recall a promise, 
know that I will always be near, 
My heart, my soul, your gift to care.
 
And if perchance  
your heart will speak 
it will be an image locked deep beneath.
 
As mermaid tears have
healed your breast 
Truth burns in pure unending tints.
 
Take a breath,
O soul divine, let
memory return to find
 
A fragile child 
so meek and mild 
abreast to one so strong and kind,

A woman, 
born in Wisdom’s truth, 
to bestow the miracle of my birth.