MOM, YOU ARE.....

Mom, you are the place where there's no fear,
Where my doubts end and mind becomes clear.

Yours is the breast  which contains
That musical heartbeat only  for me,
Yours are the hands that gently untie
The knots of worries to set me free.

You are that wordless infinite sky
Filled with tenderness and piety,
Which stoops over me benevolently
Like a protective canopy.

Your hazel eyes are so sweet
As if drenched with honey
That can be found in the cups
Of cowslips flowers only.

Mom, I see you in everything,
Including my own being,
Then how can you even think to depart
Without tearing my heart apart?

         -Portia Burton