Mother’s Sweater~

She had over ten
beautiful sweaters
yet wore
her old one with holes
around the garden

She walked in crispness of the morning
awakening with the humming birds
when the sun peered out from the sphere
always wearing her old sweater.

I turn and face the woman
who gave me an uplifting
wonderful life
unconditional love
like no other.

The other day I stood in mother’s garden
remembering her clipping
roses for the table
Down into the ground she go
to pull up a weed
I stared into the horizon
as I snuggled deeper into my mother’s sweater.

“What’s life all about?” I asked
standing there in mother’s garden
Life, Love, and then. Death.
She is now laid in the ground.

I feel honored
to have had such
a mother
who wore her old sweater
holes and all
each morning
as the sun came up

Now I feel comfort
standing in my mother’s garden
wearing her old sweater.

pattimari, 2009