My Mother's Day Tree

Your exuberance still sways to my enchanted tree
like Enid Blyton's tales of thrilling inspiration
with delicious cream poured cheeks of petal peach
I see your precious love in every blooming flower
your innocence blessed in each and every hour.


For a week I peeped in curtain cracks and lace
from secret windows to Autumn's swirling sheen
with maple tree's kisses of scarlet scattered leaves
resounding shrieks of pansy scent's besotted girls
to toss swinging plaits and bouncing sausage curls.


Suspicious boys snarled to smash your boundaries
to line up grubby faces and flouting sticks of wood
with plans to destroy your ten year old command
of a tree where your presents nestled in leafy limbs
to sail balloons and streamers just like cherub's wings.


Soon your sign loomed in childish chalked up print:

       This is a Mother's Day Tree Made By Children
                               Stay Away!

Boys scattered their riot with rich leaves of beaten gold
and each day when winds disheveled your gifts above
you'd rescue them and again climb my tree of love.


You darling daughter dressed my tree one Mother's Day
as balloons and streamers sailed to the suffuse sky
I cry with joy as it sways the legend of your love
and now you hold your daughter on your Mother's Day
I'll tell your cherub of your gift in our month of May.