Mother's Lessons

 

Teaching you to walk

              hands held high

                              over your head

 

The trusting smile

       as wide across your face

                  as your step

 

Her gentle voice

       leading you

                  from one end of the room

                          to the rest of your life

 

 

Mother's Day

(For Elizabeth Rita Batson-Hart)

 

My wishes

      still tied to her

                  like apron strings

 

First steps

        pennies tossed

                    birthday candles

                       Blown

                                  like the last chance

                                                   to say

                                                             I Love You