Mom, the Constellation

That's me, Mom, a special constellation.

A comet whizzes by, trailing its icy tail.

My daughter discovered this special arrangement

of stars on holiday to the Moon, looking back

wistfully at her Earth, the ultimate Mother Ship.

I"d never seen it, head down, too focused on

the immediate, the next project, the next meal,

the next poem, the next recital.

I need to look up at the Mom constellation

and enjoy the recognition that I did

a good job, at least, the best that I could

possibly do.