The Sunrise and Sunset of Life

Her hands flutter about her face,
like hummingbirds at play.
Her pale, hazel eyes glisten with tears.
Her chin quivers.

Looking at me,
she wants answers,
she needs reassurance,
she seeks comfort.

Lost memories return.
Homemade bread, warm cookies,
moist greetings after school,
a safe haven in her arms.

I'm not ready, Mom.
I need you, I want answers.
When did this happen?
My homework isn't done.





Copyright �2000 Kathie Stehr