To my mother, who always knows
the heavy days from the light ones
when to call, how to comfort -
to my mother, who always sees
humour as I do, and the best in all,
what is important, what is true -
to my mother, who always feels
deeply into the river that runs through
her warrior heart, full of hope:
you are to me what makes the world
You are to me all at once the force
that settles and sends me.
You are to me all of the beautiful
and strong things.