This afternoon
In a cafe
With my daughter
I watched how ribbons of light
Seemed to fall around her,
A warm and an exuberant embrace.
She closed her eyes and smiled and I
Thought,
Can you feel her too? Her warm embrace
In golden strands of sunshine .
My mother,
Kissing your hair
As the glow of light flickers across your face.
It is the anniversary of my mother’s passing
And in these sweet moments
I feel
Her near you
Touching your hair in long, soft strokes.
The light is her parting gift
On this cool March day.
-by J. Hamilton