My artist

When wisdom drives her with the craze to seek the unseen pages of life,

you’re beside her; whenever the fear of losing herself squeezes her heart,

your words of hope cycle round her body to and fro

Roots the spirit of fortitude by nourishing love.

“It takes time to build your empire,

through the way discover the tools of immortal assets,

your time has come, where your pains will turn to pride.

Blooming with thorns speak the journey of your rebirth every day.”

Your words to her.

It’s still a wonder nothing in life is so precious when she gives you

the artistry of granting drops of tears with a smile together

like sunshine mixed with rain when

She has changed her signature to autograph.

You say, “Even if you can’t be the winner,

you can be a winner, my dear”

To The Artist Of My Life — My Mother