Mother's Day Poems

A mother casts her dreams into the sea;We, the words sent bobbing towards the sun,The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy.
Because she must conclude her melodyAnd fall back to the sweet dark hush of One,A mother casts her dreams into the sea,
Hoping to cross that wild infinityAnd on some infant shore again to run,The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy
Outside the fiery circle of memory,The howling surf, the incessant years undone …A mother casts her dreams into the sea
And then dissolves into a tapestry,Her rolling, helpless drift again begun,The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy
Afloat once more upon eternity,Once more the alien fury, never done …Again, again, her dreams into the sea,The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy!

Here are all your children in one place,Enshrined behind some glass within a frame.A picture's like a word, a sign, a name,Symbolic of a much more complex grace.Years of memories lie behind each face,A wild sea no blessing can contain;Years and years of love, of joy, of pain,Of mysteries no heart can hope to trace.Here are all the objects of your love,A frozen section cut away from Time,A summit between dreams and memories,Which you need only look this way to climb;An icon for domestic reveriesThrough which a thousand answered prayers move.

If I could give my mom the worldOr anything she wanted,I'd give her my own heart and soulAnd leave my own heart haunted.
I'd take upon myself her lifeWith all its strife and pain,And let her ease into some spaceWhere she could live again.
The pain for me would not be pain,At least not for a while;For I'd be doing it for her,And I would see her smile.
I wish that I could take her heartAnd cleanse it with my tears,And make her sorrow go away,And answer all her fears.
I wish, I wish, but then I can't,As I watch helplessly,And take her in my arms and sayI wish that it were me.
But loving is a hard, hard way,With all the pain it brings.And yet there is no other wayTo touch the heart of things.