Mother earth comes to me in seasons of you
…reminding me of growth, journey of us too

Newness of spring
… and bounce me upon your knee
The songs you sing
… and the nursery rhymes you tell me

Sun, rain and fresh the scent
… and grass cool and wet beneath our feet
Molding me with loving expressions
… and scolding me with deserved pats on my seat

Summer came with fun in the sun
… and I ventured out seemingly on my own
Often you knew just what I needed
… Free yet, I still must find my way home

Storms would cross the sky
… and rain and lightning of fears
I too would cross and ask why
… and too often cause you those tears

Fall came with bright colors of responsibility
… and I with job and kids of my own
Often you come with joy to help
… and I would learn we’re never alone

New storms and trials foretelling winter’s chill
… and the trials and struggles everyone knows
Worry of course with cause, but also proud
… and yes, we overcome and build our own prose

Now as winter beauty crystalizes upon us
… and your children’s children are soon grown
The storms of remembered youth are now lessons
… and your strength of loves memories are shown

The winter of our journey gives time for reflection
… and look upon the legacy of loves smiles
Rest easy by the fire of eternal life wisdom
… and see the joy across so many years and so many miles

Thank you Mom!