Poem 1.6

For Mother

I keep a thin blanket near her feet

so that the early morning breeze won't freeze her,

but - She awakes before the alarm goes off, and wind leaves the bed of flowers and far away trees -

maybe the chirping of sparrow and laughing dove -

soothes her in the dream,

- and thinking of the sweet sounds,

She forsakes the bed -

in search of some solitary moments alone with laughing doves - as they sit on the power lines calling their partners.