for my mom, A mother casts her dreams into the sea; We, the words sent bobbing towards the sun, The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy. Because she must conclude her melody And fall back to the sweet dark hush of One, A mother casts her dreams into the sea, Hoping to cross that wild infinity And on some infant shore again to run, The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy Outside the fiery circle of memory, The howling surf, the incessant years undone ... A mother casts her dreams into the sea And then dissolves into a tapestry, Her rolling, helpless drift again begun, The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy Afloat once more upon eternity, Once more the alien fury, never done ... Again, again, her dreams into the sea, The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Before I was myself you made me, me With love and patience, discipline and tears, Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free, Allowing me to sail upon my sea, Though well within the headlands of your fears. Before I was myself you made me, me With dreams enough of what I was to be And hopes that would be sculpted by the years, Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free, Relinquishing your powers gradually To let me shape myself among my peers. Before I was myself you made me, me, And being good and wise, you gracefully As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears Bit by bit stepped back to set me free. For love inspires learning naturally: The mind assents to what the heart reveres. And so it was through love you made me, me By slowly stepping back to set me free. MILLION WORDS CAN TEACH US THANK YOU MOM LOVE YOU MOM.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 20:43:03 +0000
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