My Children

My children's hearts live inside me.
They inspire my being, my soul and my heart.
From them I learn to be a better person
and learn to pour out Love to all people.
Eventually they will become all people to other people.

This, once again, is for them.

When the Sun does not shine
I do not miss his warm kiss
I have You.

When the Rain does not fall
I do not miss its sweet smell
I have Your Breath.

When the Snow does not melt
I do not long for the beauty it hides
I have Your Face.

When Waves do not crash on beautiful shores
I do not miss her boastful song
I have Your Laughter.

When Flower buds fall off their Mothers branches
I do not cry for their beauty
I have Your Gentle Eyes to look into.

You are enough.
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Road trip: My Mother Her Mother

When I was a child, about 5; my parents and I had a home in a coastal city.

But fate had it that my Father worked a little more than 3 hours inland.

Deciding to pack me up along with his suitcase, once a week and traverse

to the small town of Ladysmith, was an adventure.

The amazing thing was; I would leave my Mother and arrive at her Mother.

I would leave her Mother and arrive at my Mother.

With my Dad.

A journey of trust.

My Mother Her Mother

The trees disappear

they reappear

i see the light pole

i don’t

here’s a cloud

there’s a cloud

a dam

some cows

a corn field

i’m singing along

my trip there

i cannot wait

i know

i will

see her

she will be

and i will learn

she will do

and i will try

she will grow

and

i will take a leaf

my return

i cannot wait

i know

i will

see her

she will be

and i will learn

she will do

and i will try

she will grow

and

i will take a leaf

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