Mother's Day

You’re quick to the step
and the smile.
You are there for her missteps
and her laughter.
A connection of love
And hope
And life.

Your gift is the sparkle
Of blue eyes
The shine of sun
Off blonde hair.
The giggle
And the snuggle.

You are her mother
My friend and love.
You are fierce protector
Of future
And worlds
And family.

That touch,
Such a spark of contact.
That cry,
Startling and reassuring.
Grounding you in the role
Of mother.




Just a poem for my wife on this Mother’s day. We have such an amazing life and love. Such an amazing daughter. The transformation of wife to mother is a dazzling spectacle. Becoming a parent is life changing, by definition and cliché. But to be there, for every minute, during this transformative process and to watch her grow into this role of mother has in turn changed me. I can think of no other true and pure example of the goodness of humankind than that of a mother with her babe in her arms and gaze. Even love is tainted by jealousy, envy, and the others. But their love, that purity and infallible strength, sets right the horrors of man.