My Other Mother
Nothing like Gayle’s homemade chili wafting throughout her home
To make even the hardest heart feel comforted and less alone
I met an earth angel when I was a merely sixteen and a half
Her spirit was as inviting and as contagious as her laugh
The very first moment we met I felt I had known her forever
Perhaps in another life I was her daughter and her my mother
Tears rush to my eyes and my heart leaps as I write and weep
As it speaks volumes of how my connection to her is so deep
Immediately drawn to her beauty which resonates warmth and compassion
I longed to be just like her, with the same values, integrity and passion
Older than I, yet youthful and beaming with such strong intense light
Gayle is unusually gorgeous, significantly intelligent and bright
Twenty six years later I receive a call and she is there for me like before
Not just to share my grief for the loss of my father but much more
A white flower bouquet, a ‘Care of the Soul,’ book, a card depicting a work of art
Filled with her original loving words and a talk that healed my heart
Still to this day she is my idol, my guru, my mentor, my ‘other,’ mother
Her abilities are immense her talents are many and her spirit like no other
With the originality of Martha Stewart she wraps gifts and decorates her house
Cooks a feast like Emeril, writes like Thomas Moore and sings like Alison Krauss
A phenomenal writer, and college professor, there is nothing she can’t teach
She resides in harmony with nature in a chateau overlooking the beach
In my next time around when I have self actualized enough to deserve less strife
I hope to be her, with all her wisdom and spiritual depth, and have her exact life
Copyright © Lori Phipps | Year Posted 2010
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