MY MOTHER

For my mother:
a songbird that sings the shiny glow
that reflects from a golden ring the
warmth of the sun the dances on my
cheek the crisp clean breeze that
weaves in and out of the autum tree's
the leaves as they rustle and the crickets
and they sing the fresh smell of blooming
flowers in the begining of the spring
you are the moon's light on the darkest
of nights the taste of ripe wine just
picked from the vine without you i would
be lost my world would cave in and my
heart i would not find my strings that
keep me together would fall apart life
as i know it would be tossed everyday
as the sun rises and sets i thank god
that you are my mom and believe with
my very soul that you were heaven sent!

Cheryl Lynn Shillingburg