For My Mother by Kevin Keith Warth
Tassel to silk
kernels swelling
Feeding child
ancient corn
Feeding son
becoming mother
In the day
leaves begin to flame
Riding ancient winds which last
filled with old voices man
becoming
Your son
holding my mother as she flies
with
Leaving
old voices sacred days
everlasting
For a moment
wonderous wind giving flight to
Silence
soon to be joined with earth