Tomorrow is my birthday and I was thinking back to when I was a child . I would be so excited and sleepless on this night. Tonight my thoughts are of my mother who gave me life ... I watch the world with her eyes. She lives in my deepest and least articulate places, the parts of me that lie many fathoms beneath words, in the bedrock of my self. That is her, my mother, there in the bedrock on which I stand. She lives there still.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 11:18:03 +0000