Masterpiece Poem by Lydia Thacker

I open my eyes
To the white glare of new fallen snow.
Peace reigns
Beneath the heavy clouds of winter.
I step into the unbroken and yet unblemished
Carpet of crystal,
Leaving the first mark of the day
And, I wonder
If, like my step, I will be forgotten
And buried beneath fresh snow
When the time comes
For me to die.
Will I know the peace
Inspired by a field of untouched snow
Or the pure blue of a clear summer sky?
The purple-orange majesty of a sunset
Over the far horizon of the sea?
Or will I linger, as my mind seems wont to do
Pondering the mysteries of life?
Often, watching my perfect son sleep,
I ask these things,
Knowing that, whatever my soul chooses,
A part of me will ever remain
In my Eric.
He is my masterpiece,
The resolving chord to the dissonance
My spirit has ever known.
Whatever else should come to pass,
I know that I shall be eternally content
Knowing that I grew him,
That my body knew the miracle of creation
And made someone so beautiful
That my heart aches whenever I look at him
Because it swells far beyond its capacity for love.