Your laughter is a rainbow shimmered bird
It sits upon my shoulder when I am hard at work
I turn to look but it has flown.
Your lifetime is a song more eager than long
I sing it absentmindedly and live your life a while
I notice, and the song ends.
Your glance is silver runners of a sleigh
It sweeps across the Christmas of my mind, with flocking bells
I shiver and silence falls.
Your beauty is a shady afternoon
I notice it beyond the door, the shoreline glittering
When I dive in, it’s cold and dark.
Your life’s a birthday gift your parents gave
You regifted it, and I am still unwrapping, slowly.
You tore the paper off too quickly, Mom.