Today is Mother’s Day.   So, in honor of one of my most dedicated readers:

Mommy holding me in front of the Lorax mural she painted.

Here you are with me and this mural

both at least partially your creations.

You must have been so patient,

finding the inspiration,

sketching the composition,

then painting so neatly

until the magical landscape encircled us.

When I think of you, I think of you making:

collages, frames, food, family,

the bright birds from gourds and beads,

your mind winging baroque whimsies.

Mother: creator.

To Mommy, across the seas.