Do you think mothers are like moons?
Gently shining over the mercurial, roiling seas that are children
Do you think they balance and pace us?
Then send us away and wait for us to break upon the shores of our return
I could be wrong.
I’m not speaking from experience
My moon has been gone for years
In courageous moments, and I am not often courageous,
I would have traded places with her if I could
I know it doesn’t work that way
I also know the world could use more people with her kindness
My mother would have had a birthday today.
She probably would have been feeling like old age was setting in
But she isn’t old, I just wish she was
Sometimes I feel gentle tugs
Small pulls towards my heart
Perhaps my moon still shines