Mother's Poem

The Master Artist

paints a swath

of green on the canvas.

It is a bright,

crisp hue

like an asparagus stalk.

Springtime has delivered more good news,

soon we will know

if it is a pink or blue bundle

the stork has brought.

From the trees on high

to the blades of grass, 

I stand in wonder

at the blessings of creation.

The rain comes

and waters what is thirsty, 

to see a robin snatch a worm

we must be patient.

The hours of the clock tick on,

and the days with you my friend are long.

But the weeks,

and months,

and years,

they tell me,

go by in the sparkle of your beautiful eye.

I drink it in,

your gentle baby breath.

Thank you for coming into our world,

what a meaningful place it has become.

Just so you know,

You will always be my first baby,

as sweet as honeysuckle,

Brave as the brand new pony, 

Curious as the fuzzy chick,

Smart as the bushy-tailed fox,

Friendly as the wet-nosed puppy,

Kind as the fat-bellied cat,

I hope you keep these shining qualities

and earn more stars

as we pass through time together.