mothers

a tribute to margaret rhodes brown

i longed

to be a mother

not to be called mother

but to plunge myself

into this imperfect

but perfect aura

a metamorphosis

towards goodness

the same vision

that greeted me

each and every day

such a safe place

where i could grow

to stay

and become

who i loved

the anchor in my life

the hand i held

the voice i heard

how special i felt

to love

is to replay it

again and again

what is felt and seen

an unconditional love

that is shared

and then passed along

it is the reason

we are here

and when we are gone

mothers always leave

a blueprint

on their children’s souls

to live by

to love by

again and again

a mother’s ghost

a generational gift

that endures

and will

forever in a day

continue to give

until the time

it is our turn

to offer it away

— patty