Monday, October 19, 2009

being your mother

you are my butterfly
wings shining in the sun
flitting to and fro
even the moment in my arms
is gone in an instant
Text Colorlike the wind
I must be ready, waiting
wether you dive or soar
to hold you, lift you
I am here
yearning, learing, to be still
to be your mother

1 comment:

Scary Mommy said...

That was so beautiful!! That little girl of yours is so special. I miss her. And you.