I remember mom on her birthday.
Bright as the moon and graceful as the wind blowing.
She stood tall on dark nights.
Elegant as ever no matter the chaos and adversity.
She took it all in with dignity.
Her inner beauty remains iconic.
In my sleep, I wish her a happy birthday in heaven.
I know she continues to look down upon me.
If not for her, I would not have survived the ghost of deceit.