Mom,

your image

on the window

of the showcase

in the kitchen.

I can still see you there -

your lovely face.

I feel your presence.

Mom,

you will be young

forever.

You’re trying to reach 

the wine glasses

(the ones with golden strips

around the rims)

and your fingers are

like slender candles…

so delicate.

Mom,

your smile is innocent and pure.

The  sacred

image of The Madonna

implanted

in the memory of Her Infant.

Mom...