The world is wide and filled with borrowed things,
With pale stars losing heart and roads that end,
But you are the original, the source,
The porch light in the dark I first learned to love.
I find you in the breath between the chimes,
The tether of your hand upon the spinning world,
Turning the tremor of the crowd to song,
And making sense of all I cannot say.
Your name, Aleq
sounds like water over stone,
An ancient music in the blood.
You taught me that a heart is not a cage,
But a wide window looking toward the sun,
You gave me wings so I could learn to fly,
And held the string so I would not get lost
Among the stars or in the trackless forests.
To love a mother is to know the truth,
That grace is not a gift we ever earn,
But a long shadow cast by someone’s soul.
I stand within that light and find my way,
Carrying your strength like a hidden coin,
Wealthy in the ways that truly matter.
You are the anchor in the shifting tide,
The only compass I will ever need.
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