Trusted Light

The Her of Hers

That ear-to-ear warmth

once born of the tooth fairy

so long ago with impish surprise,

you revealed your caress.

I did curse you once though,

or twice,

or three times,

I don't know,

so many curve balls you did throw

fumbled by my fear.

Years later…

Your image popped up on my towel,

almost hiding,

just hanging there.

Even though the dampness of rushing

stretched you downward,

you managed to dry your tears,

lift your threads upwards for joy…

Up…

Up…

Long after…

Traveling side by side,

I once again succumbed to your miracle,

your healing of dreams,

some of nightmares.

Mom…

I know you're there

in the gleam of a river's flow,

the crackle of a fire’s illumination,

the sparkle of a sky's resolve.

I just have to open my eyes,

trust the darkness and remember

your trusted light.