A Mother's Goodbye
While you sleep the little girl
you try so hard to hide
sneaks out and spreads her wings
across your delicate cheeks.
Opening your arms
in a stretch of a baby’s content
releasing the twelve year old
pressures wound up by day.
We leave you sleeping
dreaming of butterfly kisses
on sun-lit beach days.
Hand in hand, we take flight
into the shadows of the moon.
We play for hours under the sumac
building homes for friendly fairies
and drinking blossom tea.
Until bits of color dance along
the horizon, telling us its time
to say our goodbyes.
The little girl I know so well
wipes my tears and says,
I know it hurts but watch me
paint my next canvas.
We will find each other again.
© River Urke 1/12
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