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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