to my mother for mother's day

[eyeintheprism]

her brightest sky outside begins to fade
orange floresant floorboards
and crimson-red rafters
nothing coming after save the silver clouds
sailing by

her two eyes looking out the window
reserved especially for you
the summer, heat-waving banners
have a particular manner
much like atlantic tides
sailing by

her casual, ocean-bay gaze
will play upon the water's face
with the slightest touch of laughter
she sighs
content within her element

and though her children
may walk and often wander
upon many different shores
they will never sever ties
with such a memory as this
to sit and see their mother's eyes
watching sunsets sailing by