A dusky floral whisper- oud -
caressing, lovingly kissing my nose,
And holding me nestled in the folds
worn, dark cerulean hues,
Of blue fabric. That is my first memory of Mama.
She is reason to my childish fun.
But adventurous to my moody calm.
Comfort, laying right on top of you,
heartbeat, steady, true, my guide beneath
Indeed, paradise lies under her footsteps.
Mama,
The tide of age, of time, of hardship
has not dulled but refined your
lighthearted spirit, tempered into a strength
That brings ease to my heart.
Uncomplaining, undaunted, unbroken
the world’s greatest athlete.
She is Olympic. My first and my last best friend.
In a sea of swaying fabric, she is my steady thread.
Mama.