Mother’s Day 2025
Mother’s day should really be more spiritual than it is. It’s how we all came into this world.
Here’s a poem for my own mother: “Forever” (Forever, Prism, Envelope)
Here we are
In forever
Not the precipice
Of greatness
Nor in the falling action
Of after
Our lives aren’t really a story
If all we know is the middle
No first page
No final line
So more like poetry
Than plot or prose
A poet would say
We are prisms
Beamed with light
We emit an array of colors
A rainbow of infinite emotion
Enveloping everything
Endlessly
Like the love of a mother for her children
It extends
Forever
