Mother

When my fire went low
the embers in your eyes always
kept a cool, constant watch.

When my knees were bent and
my eye lids close to the ground -
my shoulders were certain to
find empathy in your touch.

When my expectations fell short
and life seemed broken for a spell,
without a word you guided me.

For now, if it is truly the journey
that will count - your example
has been sure enough
to find me, someday,
in your footprints.

Mothers Day 1999