Wednesday, May 07, 2008

mother's day poem

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we all got our start in the heart of a woman
who brought us into this world, carried us
and cared for us in her own way, playing when
her heart was breaking to see us grow and go,
leaving her behind. but she was proud to see
our wings unfurl and curl into winds
we had only heard about, in stories at night.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

To my favourite mothers. They know who they are.
Roses never lie.

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