Burning ever so brightly, my mother’s light saves me

from the hardships I face daily, the fires I put out;

That beacon streams through the darkness and calls me to reflect

on troubles that beset me, those I cannot neglect;

my mother shines her goodness, nurtures my soul, and replenishes my cup,

because she and I are of the same heart, the same heart, the same heart,

the one that guides us through to the other side.

Thank you, mom.

Maria Palermino

October 30, 2014