Sunday, May 14, 2017

Mother's Day 2017

I am a tree
     Strong limbed and deeply rooted
     My fruit is bittersweet
     I am your mother
~from “Trees” by Walter Dean Myers

Oh, if instead she’d left to me
     The thing she took into the grave!—
     That courage like a rock, which she
     Has no more need of, and I have.
~from “The courage that my mother had” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I want my conscience to be
     true before you;
     want to describe myself like a picture I observed
     for a long time, one close up,
     like a new word I learned and embraced,
     like the everday jug,
     like my mother’s face,
     like a ship that carried me along
     through the deadliest storm.
~from “I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone” by Rainer Maria Rilke

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