Mother's Day

I shot his photo earlier today in a special place, and liked this poem by: Nickolas Gorden


























You were my mother and my friend
Which was unusual.
Somehow our characters still blend:
Your wisdom and my will.

I turned, and you were there for me;
I spoke, you understood.
I felt cared for, but also free;
You loved and I was good.

I'm fortunate that I was born
To someone just like you;
I love you still. Though you are gone,
You live in what I do.