For My Mother
Why do I think of summer when I think of you? More than your arms fold me in thoughts as I remember the moments that held us together. Do you recall the old apple tree branch that bent its stretch of shadow to encircle us? We sat underneath and let the shine of a robin's egg stir our afternoon. My child-eye drilled it in mystery until rings of light framed the mother-bird in our sight -- And you, craving my last tired tear took me in your arms and swayed me like a bell. As you carried me away, I cried while watching the colors on the shell glitter in sunlight. But the gentleness in your smile soothed me as the wind flew my tears like wings.