Mothers' Day

She is another:

I cannot tell you precisely who she is - she is another, and I am from her -

but her essence is nature

and when you are in communication with that aspect of your being

you honor her.

Life is an ode sung to her abode, light-filled greys and green

the peace of all-encompassing safety

true respite amidst ever-spinning chaos.

She, ever-healer, reminds me only to see deeper truths and accept them in any form

in my form

in my flaws

which, turned inside out, she says, are lessons.