By Derek Ellwood The introduction of everyday The sun rises with extraordinary radiance Yet in its infancy my days never Really started without seeing my Mother’s face In absence something just seemed off, Unbalanced. She reminded me of a natural kind Of elegance Like the uniquely mysterious composition Of a gem in an oyster shell. I often wondered where it came from How she held it with an opulent Depth of color, despite countless Unannounced storms that would shake us. Those seas would always calm, retreat With resilience she would remain Like a blanket of comfort to Shelter, warm, love. Like a soft whisper across a fresh Wound. A gentle brush of hair away from a Teary eye, A heart in blind motion. Tender love would not adequately describe That’s what kind of love she had That’s what kind of love she was…