Monday, March 19, 2012

A masterpiece painted on a canvas of stars
Soft is painted the light around a mother
She stands sentinel against a darkening sky
What world has she made that it grants me leave
To navigate days by the light of the heavens
Without some fair words of tranquil grandeur
We may fail to hear the message she would give
To inspire our arching endless possibility of life
Mother is written of starlight in time without end.