There is a glow. In the sky out there and on the streets below. Under this curtain pole of Earth's horizon, she watches as one day washes into the next. On younger days she has cruised the world but on this day she is serene and reflects.
In all of my days she's been reflecting her light, making a path through the best and worst of times. My own horizon and time zone, the beacon of hope and the Lightning. That fuzzy feeling nobody can taketh away for this one person gave me all of these days. Even when we are gone we are here to stay. -
We are out there somewhere and in my heart aglow there she is, my mum. At the beginning of night, my first light. Happy Mother's Day. -CP