My beautiful Joanne

there was never a plan

except to hold your little hand...always.

I can't believe how proud you have made me feel

that my life would feel something so real

it is all due to you

that my blueness is through

it is you...my darling one.

The flower you left me every day

picked from the  tree you passed on your way

left for me,a memory.... to stay.

There In my mail-box I would find

the kind gift that you left behind,

remnants of your  loving mind.

And how that gesture ,though so small,

carried me to stand so tall.

Now you are a mother too

and I stand here in awe of you

but do  (never do) grow so high

that I  am vanished from your eye

for you are my eyes first gleam

and as you soar

here... I may... dream

As I ponder  this ...

I send ...a kiss.

with mother's love to you.