on your first Mother’s Day,
you will sit under the sun.
rain clouds won’t creep in
to cover the sky with gray.

puffy white balls of cotton
will sprinkle the blue
with heavenly sparkles tinged
with the gold from your heart.

on your first Mother’s Day,
you will hold your womb close
and your memories closer
(let them fly, those clouds)

you will drink iced tea
on a deck that shines
like a knight in armor,
ready to face the fight.

on your first Mother’s Day,
you will tip your glass
to all that could have been
and all that will be… soon

you will face the heavenly blue,
your eyes clear with sun
dipped in heavenly gold.
you will remember… and forgive

on your first Mother’s Day,
you will have the hope that holds,
the heavenly hope that makes us see
how blue-sky-sunny our dreams can be.