When I look in the mirror,
I see your face.

When I eat biscuits,
I remember your design.

I see you in my red stripped kitchen towel,
carefully drying your favorite dish

I smell you in the aroma of Louisiana coffee,
waffling throughout the house.

In spring greens in botanic garden,
I feel your green thumb.

In snowy winter nights, I feel
your warm love blanketing me

In nightmarish day and night dreams,
Mom, its thoughts of you that calm my fears

Mom, I see the whole of you in my sons, daughter
Grandchildren, and even the unborn

Mom, I see your eyes in the stars; your smiling sun;
see you gently pruning each branch of your tree!
We sit underneath the canopy of your tree.



Almedia S. Knight (ASK)

May 9,2009

Almedia Knight Oliver

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