Light the Way

I always noticed 

How she’d open up

The blinds at sunrise

And marvel at the

Light, the way

It would fill

The empty room

(In a heart) 

 

Since she passed, 

I try to carry on. 

Her tradition of looking up

At morning’s first 

Light, the way

It filters in 

Through the cracks of 

Windows and souls

 

I’ve spent time observing 

Light, the way

It shape-shifts in a home

Throughout the day,

And how shadows

Pass through like visitors—

No one stays 

Forever

 

But there’s something 

In the love of a mother 

(For which 

There’s no match on earth) 

That will light the way

Forever