My Mother

MY MOTHER When my mother turns her side Like the rising wake of a dandelion dew I felt she sprout from the crystalline diamond In the un molded part of the beauty gem Only at times my ringing ear rings She is beautiful When i felt the hand of her care Monitoring me against all carelessness I thought she was the one that mothers the whole universe Nay! She was only made to care, to think and shelter I – her hatched egg Many smiles i knew, her smile sends me forth into A heavy bliss of open heaven Her frowned lulled me to rest in isolation Day by day, i sing the song Softly in the time she love most.