Mother's Poem...for my mom

Years are lost on the wind, like stray embers from a fire
Remnants of smoke give testament to a love that never tires.
A million memories light up the road that she has traveled,
Along with faded snapshots of a woman, once a child.
Everyday she adds pages to the life she’s made her own
An endless quilt of patches, tattered and then re-sewn.
Life has no perfect number, to which we can assign,
A moment or an afternoon that makes an entire life.
It’s a brief slideshow of pictures forgotten and then replayed
Like the first time she read the Bible, or knelt down to pray
There’s the day that she let her childhood slip into the past,
Beautiful in white-she gave her hand to a love that still lasts.
She watched her son’s first at bat, her daughter’s first ballet,
I envision the first tear she cried over dreams that never came.
Her laugh is louder and stronger, every day she truly gives,
Which adds depth and color to the quality of life she lives.
Fifty diamonds sparkle, each gem a cornerstone to shine,
Building blocks that create a window through passing time.
Embrace the moments that made you who you are today,
Because, dear friend, I wouldn’t want a mother any other way.