So many dreams are gathered
Reflections that I see
My mother's heart of beauty
Is looking back at me

What joy within her presence
The mirror of my soul
Her beauty so enchanting
Life's treasures make me whole

In every waking hour
With all in life that's blest
The dreams my mother gave me
Are those I can't forget

See the child within me
Never fully grown
This the heart I want to share
The joy I want to own

Today I make this journey
Within this life I find
That words I held so dearly
Today have been defined

For love is always reaching
Within the pattern made
Where memories are gathered
Reflections never fade.

Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright November 11, 2001

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