A Poem for My Mother
A poem written for Mother's Day
a thousand tiny molecules accumulate
watching
waiting to see me bloom
into a rose as red as the blood cells
that heat more and more
everytime
we take another sip of red wine.
birds chirp in the waking morn
as you and I dance together
for what seems like hours
in the chaotic tundra of our dreams.
we smile.
a thousand tiny molecules
accumulate
watching
reminiscing
"When does the red rose stop?
It's already red as the blood cells
that heat more and more
everytime
I take another sip of red wine."
but it never stops, only grows,
letting time affect its warping
state -
succumbing further and further into
Eternity.
Yet as she blooms,
Birds continue to chirp,
And we continue to dance,
And we continue to smile.
and I am forever thankful that
you were picked out of all of them,
to be my accumulation of tiny molecules.
Forever waiting. Forever reminiscing.
Forever loving.
You smile at the red rose you've created
out of your own heated blood cells. And I look back.
And I love you too.
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