*For Momma, age 92
A gorgeous gardenia’s plush petals,
posed as stark-white snow clusters,
sparkle like diamonds in slanted sun.
How glorious to view each petal,
naturally, dispelling sweetness
in springtime’s stunning season.
You, my mother at ninety-two,
wonderfully-designed by our Maker,
are like the gardenia, a floral wonder.
Yet, your blooming season is year-round.
Your warm welcomings are ever-lovely.
Your “Come on in. Let’s share time.”
are cozy and comforting invitations,
constant reminders which others crave.
Your spiritual gifts illuminate
our Father’s purposeful plan—
sharing Love’s everlasting, lingering light.
Your legacy is fulfilling with full promise.
Your smile reassures us in these ebbing days
and lets us know, “It’s all—it’s all—all right.”
“Momma, oh, Momma, your legacy is candlelight.”