Celebrating Mother's Day
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|Sun, 05-11-2003 - 2:57pm|
I propped myself up against the rough
Gray bark of an old spruce tree,
And closed my eyes for the world that day
Had not been kind to me.
I closed my eyes with a little sigh,
As the weary often will,
And thought how good to lean on one
So straight and strong and still.
High up above, her branches moved
Against the spacious sky
And little wandering breezes
Played a gentle lullaby.
Her branches showed a simple strength
And silent sympathy,
Tolerance, endurance, acceptance
flowed quietly from her to me.