The Compass

She points me North To a place Where grass is greener And sunsets longer And peonies dot the fields. To canned peaches And soft kisses To safety in her arms Where everything is OK And I am alive Because I owe it to her. I owe it to love To the verb that kept me going When I wanted to give up Still miles from North And too far out from whence I came. But with a flame She lights a hearth Makes me feel worth it In darkness tells me I’m loved the same. In spite of needles Breaking through skin In spite of fear That I’ll be never be quite whole again I must trust the compass When she tells me She’s not going anywhere. So she dries my tears With shaking hands She smiles at me WIth words I don’t understand And miles from home I find a place to rest my head. And I know that I will be kept safe.

- r.k.

There is so much I owe to my mom. She's the strongest, most beautiful woman I know and she's taught me everything about life and emotions and faith and change. Difficult times have passed and more may be waiting ahead, but I have so much hope because of her.

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