I wonder if my own mother
Ever really sees
All her man did for me
When he bought her a house
While considering everything
With such care
A place so rare
So beautiful for her worn eyes
To look at
Through window panes
Reflecting mountains through glass
A kitchen so amazing
So she could cook up all she wished to
While viewing such splendor
I wonder if she sees
A man expression of love
Knowing her pains
Needed reflection
And a place safe for her resurrection
Surrounded by beauty
A place full of duty
I wonder
Does my own Mama see
Such love of a husband
So rare
So caring
To find her a nest
That she could fill with all
She wishes to remember
And a place that she could heal
All those wounds so tender
So she could find room
In her heart
For even me