The Book
Pages I open each day
Under the sun that burns the hay
Verses I read and pray
Over a bun of bread I lay
Memories written below my chest
Strokes of ink I wrest
Olives and thymes of yesteryears
My childhood grinds with tears
Cabinet I saved and sweep
Drawer I loved and keep
My mother's pictures that flash
My heart that blink and blush
Her words enter my mind
Without her hairpin that shows and bind
Her spirit lingers, not hide
Soul that triggers, not glide
A book over my head
On Mother's Day I spread
End of Spring that chide
Mothers of the world I pride
Across the waters I sail
Billions of gallons I pail
Boating on a stormy sea
Smiling with endless glee
She made me strong all along
A spirit who stayed not so long
Now I am alone
But she made me stronger than a bone
A book on my lap
Wet and soaked by waters of gap
Dripping with thoughts of sap
Bathing me in a nap
One book is good enough
To help me grow, not huff
A pound of dry book I met
A thousand pound worth when wet
Her diary...
Happy Mother's Day! :)
(Prosebite)
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2023
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