Ode to Mom
There is an empty spot found deep within a crater of an endless sea.A sand dune blowing in the dry winds, while hollow rocks reside, under boulders of endless dreams.An empty, still chair, where she once sat, rocking her baby to sleep.
A lost memory of a touch, once cradled within a mother's reverie. Mommy,wiping tears, so tenderly.
Born in her womb,growing delicately.
Living in the shadow of her protection, so carefree. Then mother Earth takes us all.
Our spirits fly above the skies, in visions of clarity.