My own mother and I, featured here at my graduation.
Raise me up
From breathless sound,
The song you sing—life’s song—
The motions and the rhyme
Ring in lessons, tender
Borne on emerald winds
The flowering will always be remembered,
The bloom you brought
With hands held and patient eyes,
Even in depths of mathematical madness
Where children were not meant to play,
Even balancing worlds upon slim shoulders,
Step softly so little eyes won’t see and—
Ever, always watching you
Stir what might otherwise dwell
Hidden in the reeds.
* A special dedication for mother’s day – I know some other corners of the world have already had theirs, but the sentiments remain. For all those amazing women out there that put up with so much (I know we can be a handful)…here’s to you.
The Waking Den 
Beautiful lines. Loved it.
I love it, Chris. And thank you for your comment on my mother’s day write. I needed to be reminded of that.
A tender and moving tribute to probably the only truly unconditional love we ever experience.
wonderful write chris…my mom came along side with those lessons as well in my life…hope you got to love on your mom today…
“Even balancing worlds upon slim shoulders,”
Chris, beautiful as always. Loved the image the above line gives…
The images that you describe and the sentiments are just beautiful.
A very fitting tribute to all mothers. Their shoulders may well be slim, but they sure are broad
Beautifully penned. Thanks for sharing.
Best wishes to you and your family.
Exquisite as always! ☺
Nice!