poem
for Mom on Mother’s Day
When young, a sunflower at night returns
To face the east, anticipates the sun
It follows daytimes, adoration in
Its wide–eyed inflorescence; comes to learn
The aspects that are likeliest to earn
A warm full precious ray like laughter; comes
To want near nothing but to daily run
The same experiment, to daily turn
Each stream of blinding light sent undeserved
Back on itself; and comes to one by one
Unfold its own illuminations in
Small gratitude, its petals as a mirror,
To give and give (as I to you) the sun
Reflection of its brightness and its love.