I played within/ upon my mother’s face

Still within her Arm I stood to gaze

Enraptured by the light upon her face.

With my little hands therein I played

As she held me with her fond embrace.

I put my baby fingers in her mouth.

I pulled her lips from side to side north south.

I felt her smile with joy I had not known.

In many hours and days I felt alone.

I squeezed her nose and pulled it side to side.

I did all this for on her knee I rode.

The ground of being and a true life line.

I was hers and she was always mine.

Transfiguration comes, love feels divine.

The artist brush must open up the mind.

And lets us see a world with our wide eyes.

Eternal love may cone in this disguise