Reprieve and reward

A rosehip wreath on white,
A sonata curling up my ears,
Even a candle is lit,
My moment grants a gift.

Tomorrow begins my mothering anew;
I love them yes, their teenage spews,
Their hyper homebased needs;
Their growth will necessitate their food;
Their food calls forth my fingers,
My fingers motion for a different mood
Than now,

Where a quartet in F slides up my ears
And the candle rose-scents the room,
And the wreath connotates reward
For a commitment, tomorrow, thankfully,
to be attentively, and lovingly, renewed.

8/14/05.