Welcome to My Mother

The warmth of my spring makes me smile, laugh, dance and yearn for summer, I am a woman blessed in a world so unforgiving. With his love trapped within my soul, my heart traces the memories that were once unimaginable.

Time’s arrow moves swiftly, leading us astray, a tick tock anxious heart causes us to sorrow each day . A love like silk turns into solid into fruitwood, wrapped within its creases is a blossom misunderstood.

As the last few days of summers sunshine sweeps away , his birth flows deeply into the autumn, sleeping beneath the burnt chestnut leaves.

As I anticipate winters deeps roots, uncertainty leaves me intertwined and hanging - I am waiting for his next move.

I am ever-changing like the seasons and he is forever gold like the flowers glistening within my sunshine.

We could only blossom in the past, longing for his scent my petals are shaken by his breath. If only he knew how he strengthened my stems and silenced the pain from the weeds.

I will always love the most colourful flower in my spring.