Revival

My son has amber fingers.

They mould my heart with gentleness.

He places round my neck pearls of love embraced.

The morning sun baths the nature.

He himself pressed under a seal

Immaculate light over colors of spring.

I hold it dear to my chest

Of memories inside my skin

That holds his presence still within

No matter how time shapes our presence.

There is a burst of spring in us,

We wear it meaningfully,

In every gesture brought so close.

A brooch that holds his love attached

To my heart as if the very touch he brought to it

Is the very sign of rebirth.