Summer kissed days

Summer kissed days,

did I dream of this moment

when you were born. 

Pride swells within

for your accomplishments 

and your journey.

It is no longer the

days and years that I embroidered 

With delicate threads of love and knowledge

It is your hard work and vision.

I held you in my arms

and sang you lullabies 

I read you books of wars and peace

of cultures foreign 

and told you that we were all one,
connected. 

You were wide eyed
with an open heart and imagination 

with purpose and intention.
You grew into a man
that others admire
and I my dearest
can only sigh
and be thankful that you call me mom. 

A June Morning

The owls await

peeking from their burrow

greeting the day.

I capture a snapshot

as they exit and lounge

on green grass

knowing that it's different

than yesterday's.

They are not modeling new fur,

or wearing a hat,

nor a new disposition,

but something is changed

even if I can't pinpoint to what it is.

I watch with joy every time

we meet.

" Good morning", I utter,

they look back silently.

Some days they shy away

and hide.

Sometimes they meet my gaze,

their brave souls shinning

through bright eyes

but I 

as they

know that they are different today.




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