Mother
was magic...
or
so it seemed
She designed
dresses
that
came from dreams
She made
costumes for
school plays
and Halloween
Pirates, clowns
pilgrims
and queens
She took
care of
us on
sick days
making
special treats
She surprised
us with
cookies, cake
pies and
other sweets
For Christmas
ginger reindeer
and
Santas
with silvery eyes
She read stories
sang songs
read poems
and
told rhymes
She had too many children
like the woman who lived
in the shoe
And day after day
those children, they grew
as children always do
Then
They were grown and had
children of their own
and now they
make "mother magic"
in their
homes.
D. Russell, 1976
(of course) Dedicated to my mother,
Jacqueline Elizabeth Beauchamp-Short
© 2000, Deborah Russell
As the Truth eternally reveals itself,
This very place is the Lotus Land of Purity, This very body is the Body of the Buddha.
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