Sometimes I remember that you will only know my mother through me, and so I sit up straight.
Sometimes I remember my grandfather’s magnificent heart, and so I gaze at a mountain.
Sometimes I remember my daughter’s blooming joy, and so I sigh.
Sometimes I remember the faith of my family, and so I go back to work.
Sometimes I remember that you will only know my teacher through me, and so I sigh, go back to work, sit up straight and the mountain gazes at me.
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Comment by bk — March 5, 2011 @ 7:53 pm
A nice lesson in interdependence. Beautiful post. Thank you.
Comment by David Ashton — March 5, 2011 @ 9:21 pm
Sigh.
Comment by Jena — March 6, 2011 @ 4:31 am
This has taught me how to make sure that the best in those I love can live through me. A wonderful thought!
Comment by Heather — March 8, 2011 @ 10:30 am
Thank you, again you stir my heart, with pace, with wonder… at this life… a gift…of hard labour..but the blossoms show us the way.
much heartfelt peace to you
Comment by Miro — June 2, 2011 @ 1:10 am