She wipes the mists of my glasses,
Reconciling my unfriendly shores
Calling me to spread my hair on
Her silent waters for evermore.
She is my other self, a bridge

Between tomorrow and today
As she leans over me with her hair
Dangling over my face every day.
She taught me all the mysteries
I could possibly learn and hide,
Telling me to be always strong
Showering me with her pride.

Karla Bardanza

1 comment:

  1. A Mothers Love knows no bounds, in this life or in the next. It even comes to us from the grave. Beautiful my flower!!! EXALT!!!