MOTHER

Your love was like moonlight turning harsh things to beauty so that little wry souls reflect each other obliquely as in cracked mirrors Beheld in your luminous spirit their own reflection, transfigured as in a shinning stream and loved you for what they are not . You'r like less an image in my dreams I see you in gleams pale as star light on a gray wall evanscent as the reflection of a white swan shimmering in broken water