Dearest Mom

[wyre]

My eyes are like yours

in shape and shade,

as if made to

remind me of you.

My mirror tells me

truthfully

that you live on.

 

Spring has begun

as nature

renews, speaking

of you through

my hands,

exactly like yours.

Gardening tireless hours

within the joyous

command of each bloom;

it is what we do,

as I remember you ...

 

You held the sun,

carried stars in your

pocket and shared

your light with all to see,

 

especially me.

You shaped my character

and shaded my pain.

And when the time came,

bravely, you knew to

set me free.

 

Bright in every possible

definition known,

you were my own

in dedication and emotion,

your heart was my home.

I sigh with you gone.

 

Then,

I look to my mirror

where your shine is still shown,

as you renew my calm

when I trace you in my face,

dearest Mom.