Mom's Sonnet

Chocolate tans and honeyed eyes can wait
For we are fair with blue-green windowed face
Layered limbs too and rounded rims are quaint
But we are tightly wrapped and deftly gait
Some understand the meaning of the words
But we feel weighted life with hearts laid bare
While future flyers see with view of birds
We boldly brace the waves that fates declare
The good in me is you and I am late
The mother of my soul and of my love
To tell you that you made me not to hate
Too true God's beauty you are imaged of
Know my prayer to be a Christ-like son
My daughter's eyes will shine what you've begun


Happy Birthday Mom!