Whee, One Hundred and Three

My mother’s radiance the day she was born
and her beauty at one hundred and three,
is a splendor that sings into space.

When she is gone, my mother’s song
will not have vanished or be spent.
As every sound made on earth
reverberates out into space,
never recallable and never lost;
so also the frequencies
of which we each are made.
And so the vibration of my lovely mother
reaches out and out forever,
into the expanding cosmos.
And when we both go back
before our bornings here,
I will know her luminosity anew.

My mother’s radiance the day she was born
and her beauty at one hundred and three,
sings and sings beyond all time.

©Susa Silvermarie 2021