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
Can you feel her too? Her warm embrace
In golden strands of sunshine .
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
Her near you
Touching your hair in long, soft strokes.
The light is her parting gift
On this cool March day.
-by J. Hamilton