Eyes, soft swept now closing, free,

Find peace from days duress;

Solice on night’s pillow now

To comfort Mother’s stress.

Days on end she toils true

Fighting back the pain

Of lifetimes traded up and down

To give her boys their Names.

No thought for self, at least not heard,

She teaches them from birth

To follow gentle paths less trod,

Make good their time on Earth.

I marvel at my luck divine

To find her _here_ somehow,

And know she sleeps without a care

At least, I trust, for now.

Sleep, peaceful beauty given

From God’s own throne above

To us to have, to hold, to trust

And answer, “What is love?”

[I wrote this a couple years ago while in a very small apartment and missing Alicia immensely. It really relates to all Mom's though. Happy Mother's Day.]