Poetry of Issue #7        Page 49

                        THE MOTHER

To my mom, constant source of faith and inspiration
The gold in her hair, in her heart
Like the sun
Shines, heats and gives life
Passion and faith fill her blood
Queen Warrior able to realize
Visions and epiphanies
Ideals that prevail
Mundane activity, spurious motivations
And make her ascend towards a sanctuary
Built upon solid iron,
Guarded by a fierce dragon
Queen Mother able to protect, defend if necessary
Her sacred home
Instinct of survival, innate determination
The Mother will walk against every wall
The sea in her eyes, in her thoughts and memories
The eternal season has arrived
Blooms the spirit of inner child
The boats are sailing clear, limpid waters
They carry in fragile jars
The elixir of joy and heroism
While the Mother sleeps,
The luminous nymphs instill those
In her glorious soul!