My Mother

I walk around the rocky shore;

Her strength is in the ocean's roar.

I glance into the shaded pool;

Her mind is there, so calm and cool.

I hear sweet rippling of the sea;

Naught but her laughter 'tis to me.

I gaze into the starry skies,

And there I see her wondrous eyes.

I look into my inmost mind,

And here her inspiration find.

In all I am and hear and see,

My precious mother is with me.

~ Josephine Rice Creelman