Mother Said

Mother said, “Avoid the bilge,” Keep your dreams clear, don’t let them delve. No depth in anger, nor strife, “Steer clear of paths where woes are felt.” Do not let your heart be like a delft, Cold and rigid, set by a protective shelf. Live close to the warmth, shun the frosty guise, Let no icy barriers govern your heart’s ties. Happiness isn’t found in mere eighths, It blooms in each breath, in small and grand states. Life’s not a problem to be conquered or braced, But warmth in moments cherished, unspoiled, and embraced. When the world feels coated in a sticky glaze, Remember, love’s the beacon to guide you through the haze. Mother said, “In all your face, stay near warmth's embrace, Value love and moments, not the race.” In the warmth of a hearth, not the delft, Dreams unfold, and joy is felt. Mother said, “In all things you see, Stay true to warmth, and let it be.”