Mother’s Poem

She didn’t know me when she sat that day
For this photograph which I now display
In a silver frame which seems far too cold
To show you the warmth and love I’ve known
With finger waves and rouge-red cheeks
A penciled brow and a smile so sweet
Shoulders squared and steel blue eyes
Which give no clues to the strengths inside
There were nights when she had little sleep
And days without enough to eat
But she fashioned dreams from desire alone
Then wove them into a fabric she called our home
A home where laughter filled the air
No room was left for anger and fear
And the love I feel, I feel for no other
It’s a special love reserved for my Mother.