I Want (for my mother)

I want to offer you a house of shelter and rest as a fellow pilgrim

As I would for any strange traveler  

A place to give you hope for the journey and long struggle ahead

To get you a little farther down the line

I want to offer you peace

Peace for your wounded soul and weary mind

I want to bandage you up and hug your heart

I want you to come inside and warm yourself by my fire

I see a long silver needle puncturing the torn flesh of your heart

The needle is pulling a Golden thread and slowly, steadily, mending your brokenness

I know it hurts a little but this thread will pull tight and time will soften the tissue and your heart will become healed and whole and happy and complete

I want all of this for you