Mom

I climb up to the highest branch

mom bites her tongue to be silent

she knows I need moments of danger

and she knows I’ll be back when it’s quiet

I wake at night confused and afraid 

Mom hears a knock at her door

she knows what to do when I’m out of place

even dreams she is able to cure

I come home with a broken heart

mom trades out mine for hers

I never could learn that secret art

how she could always lessen the hurt

I sit at home on a dreary grey day

mom fills the house with song

her hands dance along the keys that she plays

her voice follows lightly along

The love of a mother is a precious thing

that none of us rightly deserve

but freely given it echos Gods grace

and shows how real Love is always unearned