Steven Riley Poet Acrostic

For Mom

My hands grow cold 
In a room of flowers 
And yours, 
A fusion of water, bone 
And light, 
In the tender palms 
Of a grown daughter.   

For weeks now, 
I imagine how softly you will go 
And yet how profoundly 
You have always been.  
For weeks now I've tantalized 
My heart with your voice, 
Your steps and your 
And your overall presence  

Mom, If you were to put your ear to 
My chest and listen to 
My heart beat, 
I wonder, 
Could the vibration heal you?  
I imagine it 
Igniting the sunrise in your eyes; 
The ferocity of motherhood 
Bringing you back to life.

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