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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