Ode To A Mother

I find it hard to understand
how one heart can beat with such time
for so many of us poor floundering souls,
brother, sister
father, grandmother
cat and dog
one and all.

Remove the pillars from the temple
then watch it fall.

True to say that such a life
as yours demands a quiet diligence;
In the fraying race of time it wears a thick veil,
unseen like a petals dream
efforts go unnoticed
like the harmony in song
and the diamonds in a stream.

I find it hard to understand
how one woman such as you
wholesome and seraphic on every simple Sunday
found me, drifting through a lurid cloud
in one hopeless sail
to cull me to your womb
and thrust me over the thundering pain
of that disjunctive entry,
in slime and blind wail you held me there,
up against your gentle garden of maternal auburn skin.

Heaven met you long before I did,
before we did;
Nirvana found a perfect place to dream
from somewhere inside your calm, your tenderness,
with those deep forest eyes
that do nothing but care.

I feel useless standing beside you
like a candle being held to the sun.

Woman of beauty, my muse
of honest abiding love
let me say that now I understand
how one treasure such as you
can hold the flower of life
so completely in your hands.