The celebration of Mother’s Day
Has faded into a feeling
No longer the impatient rush to gifting
To brush aside- the many lost chances to show
The Godliness within, a small gratitude
For a great gift; the present is consumed by moments
She bent to lift her child- grown and grown distant
But never far from her dearest thoughts.
Truly it is a feeling now, connected
like the jigsaw of bricks in a wall
and the meaning of a day- Mother’s Day
grows as time plants new seeds in fresh furrows
I remember a season of Love,
And the way she made an eternal Spring
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