In Calm Recollection, My Mother
In calm recollection, since this day, last,
I am pleased by what I find,
When it comes to you, wonderful, granted,
But much more than just sweet and kind.
Yes, you, of a dreamer, the kindred of spirits,
A miracle worker, indeed.
Precise when you're weaving a heart with a love,
That I honestly know that I need.
Through a few simple words, I can escape a crazed world,
And revel in the sweetness of home.
An image, a symbol, of what there's to live for,
A category all your own.
For farther from you, my heart aches,
And I wish to run to your arms.
A promise of giving, and lighthearted glee,
Ward off all outer harms.
Safe in the glance of two beautiful eyes,
Comfort by the gentlest hands.
Spoken to by soothing words,
From a mind that understands.
With the purest of thought, and an honest stance,
A gracing smile, a spirit to dance.
In calm recollection I see it all,
These could not belong to another.
For no one else in time's long line.
Could ever compare to my Mother.My daughter and I, 20 years ago.