Mother Poem by Stevie Taite

My mother
Once was 
The centre
On my circle maker 

My mother
Once was
The warmth
Around a cold hand

My mother 
Once was
The smile
On a pensive face

My mother
Once was
The rule
To run rings around

My mother
Once was
The champion
Of  assurance and affection

My mother
Once was
The guide
Through a foreign land

My mother
Is now
The open window
Of a tamed bird

My mother
Will always be
In my heart
And part of me.