Mom not here
Still Her Mother’s Day
Who am I without her?
Who framed inside her?
Crafted as snow
Life began to flow
She fed and cultivated
Children began to glow
First man by God
The rest by women
May we every day
And forever honor their decision
I ate through her,
Then by,
Lastly with her
I slept in her,
On,
Finally, next to her
Out of billions, chosen to keep her;
Her is she, my darling, my mother
My spirit-to-flesh converter
Eternal in material and immaterial nurturer
My love, my heart, my first life teacher
I pray it reaches you,
If His will deliver.
