A Mother’s Love: After “Cigar Scented Stars” by Leah von Fricken

Rebecca Aldrich
Contributing Writer

Her eyes hold me close, so I don’t slip away.
Tender hands, her soft palms, keep a tight grip on me.
We forget just how quickly night becomes day.
There is no one existing that will care for me more.
The others have left the nest; I am the youngest of three.
Her eyes hold me close, so I don’t slip away.
I’ll never repay these debts, that’s not what she’s asking for.
She just wants me to remember where home is, she pleas.
We forget just how quickly night becomes day.
She’s getting ready for my departure; my boat is leaving shore.
She reminds me to lock my heart, hold tightly the key.
Her eyes hold me close, so I don’t slip away.
I’ll always have you with me, I’ll never close that door.
Time has passed so quickly, once a sapling, now a tree.
We forget just how quickly night becomes day.
My mother’s love is never ending, it has sunk into my core
No matter how much time has passed, even if I’m across the sea.
Her eyes hold me close, so I don’t slip away.
We forget just how quickly night becomes day.