For all the Mothers . . .

Before I take one last walk with my Grandmother,
I will press a flower petal
to her brow
and try to make her laugh

I will let her take my arm
hers outstretched like mine
as I grasped her fingers
learning how to walk

I will part the rind
so she can savor its flesh
and hope that I too,
may see the fruit of my labors
The promise of my seed
fulfilling the promise
of unending life

This day have I begotten thee my beloved”

Readers Comments (1)

  1. Thank you Guy….This is so special and heartfelt…..

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