My Mother Is a Milky Way
My Mother is a Milky Way.
A galaxy with a billion luminous stars
swirling brilliantly around her heart.
My father's rocket has explored
only one one-hundredth of her world.
And like a rose
her petals are deep and generous.
She is magnificently fragrant
and more profound than love.
A flock of little birds rejoice
whenever she enters a room.
Cherubs play their harps
as she prepares our food.
I especially enjoy her mousse.
I don't know what it is about her
that makes my mind explode.
Yet, the fact is she is
an eternal spring of compassion
a tabernacle in pearls.
Copyright © Dean Walker | Year Posted 2005
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