In My Mother's Hand

It startled me at first, so unexpected... There between the yellowing pages of a schoolgirl' s poured out poetry a scripted note... (tucked away, so that I might discover it...'someday') It was as real as a rose petal preserved... and more beautiful than life itself A tiny treasure from love I so long for now perfectly penned...in my mother's hand. Like time had thawed from it's frozen sleep She, in that moment, was speaking to me as only she did, so many other late nights... My face, quick to feel the flood of tears My breath stolen, by the sheer surprise... My heart, heavy and rebroken.. from it's barely repaired state... In her wisdom, and with her wonderful words Offered support of all my dreams... As if she knew I'd be broken and burdened one day Wishing only for the only ones I really belonged to Giving me the go ahead to be me...just me... I cried a countless cascade of come back to me tears And for an instant felt the world was ours again I ran my fingers over the paper, over and over again Imagining I was touching her hand, though so far in heaven And spoke the word that my heart holds heavy...Mom... So thankful for her foresight, in leaving me a secret letter That one day, one night, tonight... I'd stumble upon, while revisiting my past through poetry, And be rocked to sleep, in the cradle of the memories of her love Touched so deeply by the stroke of written encouragement Knowing she watches, still, and knows exactly when I need her most Remaining in the corners of my everyday, finding, with exact instinct The pivotal pulse that fills my veins... She, and only she, above and before everyone else Gave wings to my words... And now to find hers...I am left speechless And ever so overjoyed by the tucked away note... In my mother's hand.