A Mother Can Love You
A poem for Mother's Day.
The sun doesn't actually rise
or fall
It's constantly burning through dark
and all
The light from the stars never fades
away
But burns on invisibly during
the day
What cannot be seen is not always
gone
Just pulled by the rhythms of dusk
and dawn
A mother can love you beyond
flesh and bone
For love doesn't leave with a body
that's flown
The blue or the black or the gray
of the sky
Are colors that can't disappear
or die
Waves do not suddenly come
and then go
The water is simply above
then below
What cannot be seen is not always
gone
Just pulled by the rhythms of dusk
and dawn
A mother can love you beyond
her own death
For love is not carried completely
by breath
And just as a bond with a child
can form
Inside of a mother before being
born
A face isn't needed to form
a connection
A force that's concealed can still harbor
affection
What cannot be seen is not always
gone
Just pulled by the rhythms of dusk
and dawn
A mother can love you beyond
what is known
For love doesn't need to be sure
to be shown
The sun doesn't actually rise
or fall
It's constantly burning through dark
and all
The moon doesn't really grow large
or small
It only appears to — to rise
to fall