Our Mother...

We are your babies
you are our mother
soft, pasty and cool
across the top of your exposed skin
the warm red runs in webs beneath

Your joy is in a
wildflower's colors
because your smile is
as bright as the sun's illumine
projecting petal colors as windows

read and blue
and gold and green
touch the ground beneath
where we kneel but we do not kneel
the way you want us to mother
and you don't understand
mother and we are
often unloving
toward you mother

but all is well mother, you always forgive us, give us, hold us
touch us, envelope us as a bright warmth remember us,
sing to us, hear us when we cry,
hold us when we die



-JM 2011