Mom

The luminous clarity of you,

Evanescent and easy when held,

Unsheltered. I remember it to

Be a fair part of my continuum,

The way I strove for balance,

Among the lithe rope walkers

And substituted fear for grace.

Such flickering precision,

Of the lips, the fingers and the

Eyes spoke of a lovable version

Of life itself in its many layers

And I took it all, on the cusp

Of losing myself to the merits

Of you, plentiful and alive.

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