Although a Daughter, I Write This as a Mother
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Although a daughter, I write this
as a mother. We're both mothers now, of child-daughters: You, a grandmother forced to be a mother, And I, a widow, alone with my fatherless daughter. Death has thus shaped both our lives in ways We would not have chosen. Yet life is still the bright, Painfully lovely thing it was always: Our children like dancers on a dark, splendid night, Needing our loves as I needed yours; your love The same song as ever, a lullaby I remember So well from my time in your arms. We move In slow spirals towards the stars. September Has weeks like June, yet is closer to the fall. Love has no answers, yet its beauty answers all. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use. Audio and Video Music: Gymnopedie No. 1. By Erik Satie. |