Poem: Mother
You, dear mother, are all women, all wonders and of your form flow rivers of grace your gaze sets forests ablaze with love you carry the leap of the storm and the poise of the seasons you have the freshness of dewdrops at sunrise, and the eternal light in your eyes is the glow of this nation's future dawn. ---- ----- ------- ------ ------ ------ * From Burnt Offerings 1996