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A Mother in Pearl

                         

                                    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…

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