Light
A smile hiding seams
Of frustration, of anger, of annoyance.
Never to despair.
Never to give in.
Such is her power.
Watching this,
There is naught I can do
But follow.
Daughter to mother,
To reach forward
Following the twinkling lights
Of her loving advice.
There is naught I can do
But emulate someone
who has taught me so much.
This poem is about:
Me
My family