Mothers Poem by AHO Speaks

The glory of the day is yet to come
Darkness of night waiting for the holy one
The lady of mauve and rose'
A short expression before starting her day.

I have your fragrance that surrounds
To welcome and give and have no bounds
She still hasn't decided to come out of her room
Perhaps I should enter and dispense of any gloom.

She has to be the loveliest of all the lovely in her gowns
Sheen's of gold, red and orange and no sounds
The light is there for her to ascend the staircase
O' My God this beautiful creation with the golden face.

Her crown, her gift that did precede
This beautiful woman as a Mother to carry the egg and seed
You come as an atonement and also to renew
O' God for my Mother; my eternal praise to you.

She has left her room to enter our life
As our Mother, her child and O' God a wife
My Mother you always gave and took naught
You were and you are; more than ever we could have sought.

You come out of the hand that holds the sun
O' My God it is your hand; of the sacred one.

10-28-05 Aho Speaks