Whatever is our source is our mother.
We are reborn in every instant.
We are eternally reborn.
5/10/09
Dear Laura,
This day has a lot of context
Regarding labor and regarding rest
Things you have done for me
Things that we both can see
Surrounding us here in our little nest
Today is a day for family
We are busy doing our duty
Driving up and down
With smiles not frowns
Looking at the source of all that is
We call it mother
We call it father
What it really is we cannot say
Back to the church we will meet
With all the loved ones who make us complete
You will bring flowers and hope and faith
I will bring our children the buds of our youth
What is it all about?
We see each other
We touch each other
We share food with each other
We tell our stories to each other
So what if the sun sets?
We know it also rises
And we know our wounds will finally heal
And we know that love is really real
And we know that the world is truly vast
And we know this supper will not be the last
All my love,
Bix
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thanks for the poem. Both of them.
I'm still checking in on you. Love. suzanne
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