Monday, October 13, 2008

Mom

written October 16, 1996

You sit on your bed Fingers busy with strands of hair curled round Can't see your eyes Lamp light glints off glass Though I know what you see More than Freud, more than sleep dreams More than calculus math And the psychologies of things You see your chance now Never credited with the things only boys should know Now it's your turn But for all the text books and facts you can quote I learned all my life from you We grew up together You gave me strength And that's how I know you Self-love the want to give And don't you know that you've had so much wisdom All these years I know myself because of you I thank you and I'm proud of you For all I am, there's you

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