A Mother’s Golden Heart
Even before the start
Of life’s first dawning day
I had a golden heart
To guide me on my way
Shining bright before me
Golden as the sun
Constant as the certainty
Of the new day yet to come
Gentle as the morning dew
Upon the petals of the rose
Patiently attending to
Every tidy seed that grows
With a love for little things
And quiet in-betweens
A flower bravely blooming
The flutter of fragile wings
Light as laughter on the breeze
Deep as distant seas
I wish somehow to say
What the heart can feel
But words cannot convey
Jake Frost
