Spring Mother

Author’s Note: For Mom

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When you brought me into your world, I was a seed, 

small and ready to grow.

You fed me water, gave me

land and soaked me in your light. 

And I began to sprout.

My back stretched into a tender green stem,

arching, shooting petals, 

jewels from your treasure chest.

But with flowers, come weeds and you

plucked them out, bare hands, my nutrients

 rich, nurtured by your everlasting love.

Winter’s kiss, melts under your breath,

my stalk frosty, but not frozen.

Sometimes the jewels fall out and my back wilts 

away from you, reluctant of your warmth. 

Sometimes I float away, plucked in another pot,

separated from you. Alone. 

But I always remember, because my roots won’t forget,

Your land, your water, your sun. You

Mother, 

my roots are with you.