I’m not ready.
Hell, I don’t even know how to feel yet.
I vibrate from feeling to feeling so quickly,
gliding from one to the next, never really touching down.
I smile or laugh, but the remembrance swipes it off my face.
She whispers in my ear that she doesn’t want the smiles to be stolen away, but I love her.
I knew it was coming.
But, I’m not prepared to watch her suffer.
I’m not ready to let her go.
she is no super hero,
but she sure can fly
she grows her own roots,
even when the soil’s dry
she puts you forever first,
and holds you when you cry
she believes with all her heart,
that succees is when you try
she feels your every heartache,
as if through her own eye
she celebrates your joys,
her spirit soaring high
she savors your successes,
which money just can’t buy
all she hopes for is your smile,
for that’s what makes her fly
-art by Gustav Klimt; Happy Mother’s Day!, dedicated to my dearest friends, who are the most amazing mothers 💜