Your Mother was a Flower

Approaching The Cup

Your father rode the horses,
Your sister kept your blame,
Your brother spat his kisses,
Your lover brought a flame,
But your mother was a flower
And she gave you your name.

Two children
Had a secret wedding by the sea
And danced and heard what sang
Through the sand like a breeze.
But your mother was a flower
And she prayed without knees.

A boy found his feet lying beautiful
And sculptured near the wall.
With each step he held his head higher,
Calling dogs to follow at his side.
But your mother was a flower
And she knew not this pride.

Now as winter reigns
And the waves lurch with cursive fists
You walk the tired tide.
And though your mother was a flower
You were someone's garden
Before a fire came inside.