You were born around the time
When things on the radio sounded groovy
As your mother put you to her chest
Feeling the pulse of a small baby
She didn’t know it then but
She also felt my heart too
Because all my beats were created in you

I should worship you
You tried so hard
With me

So they say,
On the seventh day after creating the universe
God rested
You spent nine months
Painting, sculpting, molding and creating me
Creating my body to feel life like gentle hands
Creating eyes to see a world surrounded in invisible wind
Creating my heart to love as often as breathing
Creating my mind that shines because it’s teeming
Creating creativity
Creating my life
Creating my universe
With me
You tried so hard
I should worship you

Growing up I didn’t have a favorite author
Because I thought you
Wrote every book
You read stories at bedtime
Like taking a spoonful of ideas and
Feeding them to my brain
Your voice can narrate a story so well
I’d close my eyes
Not because I’m trying to fall asleep
But rather trying to fall into the story
You taught me how to dream

All moms have something they can cook well
Some can make the best cherry pie
Others, a mean artichoke dip
Mom, you bake the best Life
Fresh or even the next day for leftovers
Everyone eats it and says it tastes like
Breathing
You make life

Listen to this idea and tell me what you think,

You got a million pictures
In hundreds of albums that won’t fit because
The binding became busted
I don’t get how my body
Can get so big when I
Look at pictures of me so little
Perhaps you thought each photo would
Take days off of my life so we could go back to
Feeling like,
Playing with action figures before you went to work
Feeling like,
Learning to ride a bike was on my to do list
I’m feeling like,
We can start life again
I don’t know about you but,
I’d like that
Simply because,
I had fun