Mothers Do Not Question The Mystery

From the beginning 

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.