Happy thoughts of you
Dominate my waking hours
And in my dreams
You dance around the shrubs and bowers
As you did as little girls
Are all mothers like me?
I sometimes wonder if it be
That the sweetness of motherhood
Like an axe in a piece of wood
Splits my heart in pain of separation
My hand always reaches for the phone
To speak of the day’s seeds sown
Just to hear your voice at the other end
Immediately make amend
For any perceived wrong you’ve ever done.
Mother and child an unbreakable bond
Like reflections of the sky in a pond
Mesmerizingly merge as one
A perfect picture under the sun
That makes mother’s Mona Lisa smile.
(c) BAW 2012