For my Mother

A poem for my mother

Rise form the dust , and claim you name 

Growing,Tenderly guided by a frame .

All that pass cannot deny the wonder.

The seedling rising amidst the forest from deep under.

Rise from the dust , and free your mind.

Your slender frame dancing in the wind

Those passing by cannot deny your grace

You forest now allows you your place 

Rise from the dust , and cover dangers view .

Growing, strong protecting the seed born of you.

All that pass cannot deny your kindness.

The forest now listen ten anew , a chorus. 

Rise from the dust and reach for the sky.

Dying , withered your children pass you by. 

All that pass will see you, overlooked and surrounded. 

Protected and admired by those you have created.

Return to the dust you will not die. 

You live on in your children. 

Whom also reach for the sky.

 

Author's Note

In memory of a great mother.