Oh Mother, hold my hand.
Let me feel how light the years have made it,
Willing, in a new way, to be led.
Let me walk you to the pond out back,
When I was ten, and show you how,
Even then, this world loved me,
Wrapped its golden arms around me.
I want you to feel loved like that too.
Oh Sister, I adore you.
You have walked where angels fear to tread
And alchemized your losses into kindness--
One eye always focused on who you can help.
Come look in the mirror with me
And marvel at your beauty.
Oh Sweet Self, you have been given
A heart that sees love's golden glow
And you have my full permission
To spend your whole life in that knowing.
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