mother

I am the light at the edge of dawn,

the pale companion to the more compelling.
The almost-grey backdrop of beginings,

yeilding the canvas for the brighter shades
I am in everthing but only as a shadow.

I seek not the attention of the clouds,
nor give a siliver lining
I exist for others,

offering my spine to the footsteps and smiles.
I am the frame of the picture
Just caught along the edges

when focus is upon the centre.
I am there before the brightness,

pushed out of the way with no complains.
I am there for those who chose to listen

beyond the edges of the flourished lines.
For those who look beyond the mainstage.
I don't mind obscurity.
I know my worth.
I know my place.