My Mother's Gift
Heaven is the abode of angels, I heard them say,
in celestial crystalline beauty they forever glow
as sparkling stars in the mystique milky way,
but they often descend down on earth, I know.
How am I sure of this, you may hasten to ask me,
I have seen the radiance in the heart of my mother
as sparkling as the shimmer of a star could ever be,
its lustrous love fostered the flower in me lest it withers.
In times of turmoil when the toiled family was adrift,
she strived hard to grow our roots in a green pasture.
To the deprived uncertain life of mine she gave a gift,
a nest from where I spread my wings in the sky of future.
I soared high in the care of her protective wings,
my ascending aspirations wild winds couldn’t waft away.
I lived in the lasting shadow of her love, memory brings,
for it’s her hands that sculpted me what I’m today.
She has left me for her new home a long time ago,
when in the dismal night I see the north star glisten
to guide me to my final destination, I then know,
she is the star, now with the angels, shining in heaven.
( A tribute to my mother on Mother's Day)
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May 7, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Contest
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