Standing at their top
in the old house on the hill,
it seemed a long way down
the steepness of the dimly lit stairs.
From below in the kitchen,
you called my spiderman pajamas
superman.
I thought to correct you —
but even at nine,
I knew it didn’t matter.
Driving to work this morning,
it was even more remote
from the concerns of this day
or the decades in between.
Yet there we were,
among the forsythia
and apple blossoms
in the brightness of spring.
—
There’s a much more involved prose piece in here; but for Mother’s Day, this is the essence.
bussokuseki 
Just want you to know that I always brighten when I see a post from you in my email. 🙂
I do this much more often, though now in reverse. Your words and my actions yield a comfortable peace.
Thank you for your gentleness…and corrections when necessary.
this is beautiful… forgiving the little “mistakes” gracefully and being thankful for the relationship… happy mother’s day!
awakened memories bridging the past into the present…
Beautifully poignant. I’ll think about this soft reflection throughout the day…in joy.
Ron