Sunday, April 19, 2015
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
If, someday I could hold you up,
A mirror before my face,
True beauty would look back at me.
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