My Mother's Heart

The precious ache of a memory,

Yesterday’s face has died for me.

Each day you’re born again brand new.

There’s a sweet pain in my heart for you.

Gone from us are your early days.

Fragile moments, seeped away.

My summer thoughts they pool inside

And forever slumber in my mind.

My babies two are trapped as one.

At three feet tall, your life’s begun.

Dark amber curls replace the old

Honeysuckle wisps of angel’s gold.

Your moments of life I cannot grasp,

They trickle through my hands so fast.

But for comfort when our road does part,

I will hold them in my mother’s heart.

-MWO