Lightship

a poem for my mother, inspired by my children

what you

set forth

has safe havened

in a soho music hall,

soundwaves lapping love

thick with memory

of honey-childhood spun

from the everyday

and enchanted.

your loving spirit

shines,

your dearests,

mine;

your patient grace

yours,

its incandescent beauty

multiplied, barely bearable.

my little mother

what more could I wish

than your beacon shining

from my children’s eyes,

holding

sweet and steady

as they go.