Page 19 - PoemsNeathTheWesternSky

F o r m y M o t h e r

There's a soft wind blowing,
Gentle breezes everywhere.

Cold winter days forgotten now
As sunlight warms the morning air.

Small animals nudged by their mothers touch

Spurred to rise and greet the day.

Night sounds are quiet now;
Replaced by scramble, frolic, and play.

Crystal water no longer at rest,

Released from it's frozen bond.
Cascades down the mountain side,

Bringing life to stream and waiting ponds.

Overhead, silent wings of flight,
View forest highways made of clay.

Golden flowers, like children,

Await their turn to brighten paths along the way.

My mother has this golden touch,
It's there for all to see.

Her kindhearted caring ways,
Have been a treasure to me.

She's always found the bright side,
Within triumphs and mistakes.

I've always admired her cheerful smile,
As she gives more than she takes.