Mothers

They say that you never stop being a mother
Even as you grow old.
The truth sustains, the love remains.
Her heart cannot be torn asunder.

Her smile makes the clouds part ways
Her words are riches—through and through.
Wisdom being the greatest gift, and the greatest tool.

She remembers the sound of tiny, rushing feet,
Of laughter in the halls
Every tear shed, every prayer before bed
The days when her hair would turn grey
The hours sacrificed
Where the days and months are long, the years so short
O, when did all that time pass away?

The packed lunches and crafts are stored away
Moving boxes piled high
Wedding bells ring, the wide world sings,
As it’s time to say goodbye

It’s not easy letting go, never truly so.
She loves them at every age, more and more
All in all.
Midst every high, and every fall.
A mother’s love burns forever, warmth fills our souls and never fades.Even beyond the pale of the grave.
I love you Mom, and this is true.
There is no one more loving on Earth than you.

Sophia Newcomb is a student of the University of Alabama where she is double majoring in English and History. She loves fiction where fantastical worlds abound, but there are moments in this life in the simple joys of humanity that show her that where there is love, there is a little bit of magic. Her work has been previously published in Havik 2020 and Dewpoint Literary Magazine.