my little light

my little light

pushes against

darkness

my breath

breathes the bay

the sky and

helps hawk fly

my eyes

color the rose

my mouth invents

the taste of

strawberries, honey

my little light

pushes back

darkness

and when the day ebbed

she put away her tools

to sit in the sundown

breathe the twilight

love the birds to rest

Mother’s Day
May 2007

Jeanne Rana