mom

by. rsy

shows me the strength in patience

the unbeknownst power of forgiveness

she brings me to reflection,

“has endurance been your foe?”

she cautions me in love

yet encourages me to be generous

reminds me to be empathetic,

“this world is not yours, alone”

umma speaks of my potential

says i can always do better,

but also beseeches me,

“be humble, pride you can forgo”

there’s reflection in her admittance

camaraderie in our sessions

of raised voices turned to milk spilled bursts

of laughter and benevolence

she demonstrates her values,

beckons them, “they’re important”,

attained through crimson heartache

quelled by inextinguishable mirth

spirit of a sunflower

trails of freckled gold stones

the aura of a dreamer

there’s no denying..

my mother