Dashing the waves against the doors of time
Like martyrs given a chance to live
Her eyes wash themselves in the hues of night
Glowing and basking in the glory of tomorrow
Because she is a mother

"I promise," she says as she passes by
Casting her hands into the world
Dirtying them as they progress through the fabric
Holding them aloft- and yet so close
Because she is a mother

Her dance, her promise
She prays softer than a whisper
And yet, her voice is heard across the world
In one soft hush
Because she is a mother

She believes in fantasies and story tales
As she sits beside the fire
While the flames dance within her gaze
Casting them closer and closer into slumber
Because she is a mother

The older she gets, the wiser she appears
But still she holds her children close
Though they fall from grace over and over again
Breaking like porcelain dolls against the air
Because she is a mother

Quietly, she tucks them in her mind
Remembers the past with tears of joy
And looks forward to the dawning day
And its mysteries and enigmas in her child's eyes
Because she is a mother

Mother.

2005

Gorgeous work. I love the images and how you worked them into the poem. Great pacing, it has a very silky and smooth tone to it, yet it had form with the repeating of the title. Wonderful!