A birthday card from Mother’s holy hand
With crows and little birds the background drone
Looking at her eyes she waved a Wand
To let me know I’m on the way back home
Her tiny silhouette in high backed chair
Concentrating on what I have brought
My littleness of life and what I wear
And an ego sense that with which I’m fraught
Her wand she waved and my heart beats fast
Something near inside I felt aglow
The Fire of the worlds I met at last
And in the mind felt a sweetness flow
But when in youth she took me as her child
She saw my future growth remaining wild.