Mothers Do Not Question The Mystery
you learned to speak with her,
those first sounds you made your first poem.
There is no star she has seen
that outshines you,
and a forest of beauty rises inside your eyes
just for being you.
Step away from your creator,
and you will find yourself alive
in this world, creating back a life
you call your own,
for with the light of the stars inside your heart
you can truly be an artist:
Mothers do not question this mystery.
They move, like the angels,
between heaven and earth,
and call it home.