Late Spring Mist of Green Around trees on riverbank. Two crows building a nest At the intersection of high branches. On my table Small pot of garden flowers Among them two daffodils Sheathed tightly. Will they ever blossom? After two days in the hot atmosphere Of the ward They burst amazingly Into glory, Eloquent reminder of you My darling son Bringing me joy Each day that you come In your lunch time Riding through the traffic On your bike Telling me of satisfaction In your work, Your disappointments and darkness Sharing with me Your dreams. Last month you asked me What you could give me For Mother’s Day. Each day is Mother’s Day When you think of me With love, When you watch with me. I said I would rather have something Money couldn’t buy. You wheeled me over The suspension bridge To the cathedral Where I had the happiness Of taking part in the celebration Of the Eucharist.