Cheek to Cheek (From days with Mom) by Carolyn Graham
A tender kiss on heaven's mound,
A baby's cheek endears us
With hint of pink and soft like silk,
Emotion spills in surplus
Warm summer sun and cold winter wind
Blister a virgin palette
A tear rolls down and smiles caress
A face that tells about it
Strong arms, swift feet and youth ablaze
Adorn from head to toes
As time ticks by and daddy waits
For perfect lips, for blush of rose
Friends and family congregate
To join celebration
Of two becoming one in heart
With hugs and jubilation
Once again, a tear drop falls
Across the cheeks together
Melting years into a moment
Stretching tent and tether
Babe becomes a mother,
Mother into grand
As future becomes past again
Like hour glass grains of sand
Why does the elder lady smooth
Two ruby circles strong?
Does she not see that look is tired
Nor hear the ancient song…
Returning refrains of a lullaby
An infant so endearing…
Sweetheart, bride and mother dear
As through a curtain peering
Dawn awakens deep within
A woman loved and wanted,
To be with those who knew her well
With rosy cheeks undaunted
So brush it on, paint so strong
The boldness with joy laden
Some shocked, embarrassed, but may you know…
Her image never fading
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