Moonbeams in Her Hair

Mother’s Day.

A sweet pause in the hectic pace

To say thank you

I love you.

To bring a flower cup overflowing

With bloomed love

And offer it in child hands

To Mom

From Me

Your Daughter.

There is time to see the stars in her eyes

The ones that are the constellations

To navigate by.

There is time to hear her heart beat

The rhythm known before the first breath

The primordial pace of life.

There is time to dance in the elation of her laughter

Shared to keep the monsters at bay.

There is time in the sweet pause

On Mother’s Day

To hear her wisdom

She plucked moonbeams from her hair

And gave them to me

So I could go more surely into the world

Adorned in my mother’s moonbeams

Worn like an Amazonian priestess' headdress.

She has gifted me her power

And I wield it with all the skillfulness

She imbued in me.

Walk the good red road

Speak the Truth

Fear not

Be kind

Love all.

The flower of my heart unfurls

One petal at a time

To reveal the gratitude rooted there

In the center of my being.