An eternity of holding onto the edge of her thoughts –
She leads me into her sorrows beneath her celebrated joys.
We play in the waves of her mood with the changing of her seasons.
I lose myself in her cries, when old scars hinder her needs.
Those gestures that delay her sleep, I can never change.
“What burns inside your heart today?” she whispers in the morning bask.
And I am grateful for her generous touch;
In all the memories of my todays,
Knowing she will never miss me –
In the chaos of her tomorrows.
Dedicated to the Earth Day
At the foot of my father's birth place stands a one thousand-year old Tree.
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