Mother's Day 2012

This day finds you still

Locked in a struggle you cannot win.

Defeat thickens in a lowering fog

Yet you will not concede one inch

In battles that are marked by bowls of oatmeal,

Peanut butter and grape jelly on a piece 

Of pumpernickel bread.

Each step from couch to kitchen is accomplished

Through a diminishing grip on purpose,

A desperate need to hold one more moment 

Of who you are and who you were

Within your tattered mind

Where memories of pain and loss 

Steal your joy.

I am awed before the fierce and stubborn banner

You will not surrender.

Gem stone: amethyst