I wrote this for Galena, for Mother's Day.
You were born to be a mother. You wear
Your care and kindness the way our son
Can wear a smile, with subtle flare
And silent grace. It was when Caedmon
Nestled first into your arms we knew
Who you at last have always been.
The silly and the careful, the blue
And sudden laughter of your moods
Were there for reasons neither you
Nor I could rightly guess. But when
You spend your days with one whose
Griefs with sudden joys must blend,
The mystery you always are to me
Is light to him, who only Mother sees.
