Sixty plus years in the making, one word at a time.
Monday, May 13, 2013
mothers' day
when I was young, I wept because I was weak and helpless, I could not contain my pain, and my mother held me to her breast; now I am grown, I hold my mother in my breast, I am strong and fierce, and I weep because I cannot contain my ecstasy.
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