She showed me to start on my knees
By the bed, before the day busies
She showed me how to be generous
Especially to those others refuse
She taught me to use color and shape
Said I was a hero and tied my cape
With tears she watered my dreams
And tried to tame all my extremes
Though I have left, gone on my own
I enjoy the fruit of seeds she’s sown
– written for my mother, Marie Bonifacio, on Mother’s Day 2013
