BENEATH RED DIRT CLAY

Happy Mothers Day💖

A lock of hair, a silver pin -
and so the memories begin;
I hear your heartbeat once again,
soft and far away...

how could we be so close, and yet
these little things sometimes forget?
The sun will rise, the sun will set
on our mortal day -

but you were more than what I knew.
Your passions, a stiletto shoe,
that turned the head of someone who
could not help but say

yes to the joy you offered him.
And I am offspring of that whim;
a gift of Life, a sparkle dim,
memories that may

grow old and die along with me...
and yet, that love can never be
erased from time; for I am she
you gave life that day -

Oh! Mother, Mother - if you knew
the worlds you birthed, just being you!
The timelines changed, the me that grew -
heartbeats shared, now lay

beneath red dirt clay...

Happy Mothers Day💖