Poem 1/18/2016

To a mother's eye
To a mother's eye
You are a miracle.

Breath made visible
In a cold morning's sun.
The sharp fine line's
Of a spring beauty's bloom.

To a mother's eye
To a mother's eye
You are a miracle.

In the face of wars
All cruelty and suffering known
No matter your mistakes
No matter how you've roamed

To a mother's eye
To a mother's eye
You remain a miracle.

Each fold of ear
Each lash of eye
Each tear cried
Each laugh that ripped the sky.

To a mother's eye
To a mother's eye
You are a miracle.