The Shine of Two Lives
The sun rises.
The sun sets.
Still shedding its light, the sun
sines from the moon in
ways more beautiful, yet different!
The mother births.
The mother dies.
Still shining that life, the daughter
reflects the mother in
ways more beautiful, yet different!
their Spirits warm like the pine
fires
blazing beautifully winter's bite
begone
their Minds sharp like the pre
winter lake water
washing wetly over slow feet from
waves
crashing
their Grace stately as the deer
framed fragile on winter's snow
through frosted
windows
their Souls tranquil as the breathless
lake
reflecting rippleless hued auburn
rosy
sunset
Oh, Mother!
Your Daughter!
I miss you!
Yet just as you, so will I, a mother's
life
immortal make, as I
shine two lives, reflecting thus,
the
endless love, both of us have made.