Queen Mother

Happy Birthday, Mom. This poem is for you on this 19th day of April. (And, yes, I know your birthday was yesterday, but when have I ever been on time? This is your birth month.) I give you as one of your birthday presents this Free Verse poem:
 

Queen Mother

Before the sunlight 

Painted the ridges with vermilion

And sent the meadowlarks 

To wake the day

You were down in the kitchen, 

Making, doing, preparing.

You wove love into all you wrought.

You lovingly sewed life together, 

Mending, creating, imagining,

Filling our lives with blessings.

Not a thought for how you felt

Not a prayer for your own pains 

And disappointments.

If, someday I could hold you up, 

A mirror before my face,

True beauty would look back at me.

Deep magnificence

And loving grace.

You have earned your diadem.

Never forget the mirror I hold for you

And please know 

What is always in my heart

When I look at you.

If only someday I can be such as you.

© 2015 by H. Linn Murphy