The Green In Mom's Happy Eyes

Winter never looked cloudy and gloomy when I recalled spring meadows as green as mom's happy eyes; days could have no sun in gelid January, nights could have no gleaming stars, and yet her smiles imparted many joys! Isn't life without a mother: a moonless sky, an ocean without salt, a land without trees? Always exult, honor and love her, lucky one: would the lonely orphans shed tons of tears, and seek comfort when all ignore their cry? I was the luckiest boy, never feeling alone! Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci