Incubated, gestated, a pressure grows. A volcanic eruption, lava flows. Landscapes transform with seismic shudders, Stirring feelings, so deep they’re beyond measure. New horizons are formed, new questions to ask To nurture a life is an awe inspiring task. Though this task is a gift, only temporarily bestowed, It comes with a duty to give all that is owed. For each has potential, let nothing limit, Create a garden in which to blossom, to flourish. In this garden be willing to tend and toil. Sow their roots in a rich and cultured soil. Give a value of self, buried deep in the past, A foundation for a future, potentially so vast. Provide a mountain of knowledge to be absorbed, It’s the nectar that nourishes and develops ones’ thoughts. Give freedom to learn, support to climb And of course give plenty of playing time. And the laughter and tears, like the sun and the rain, Will come with the seasons, again and again. For our role is not always to cushion their falls, But to help them up so they stand tall. Then through sunshine and breezes, storm clouds or gales. They won’t be damaged or broken, but always avail. Or like a river that flows with an incredible force, They’ll be hard to stop, once they’ve channelled their course. And when tremors reverberate, sands shift once more, To form a subsidiary that outlets on a different shore, They’ll greet the sea and become an oceanic wave And flow with the tides, the sea is impossible to enslave. Then on gulf streams, ripple and roll out of sight, On warm winds let unfettered dreams take flight. And with this vision to dream and explore new lands, Let them create gardens that are nurtured by their free hands. Let them be true to the nature of their free minds. And whatever that be. . . Let it be happiness they find.
Reason for writing:
Thinking about mother's day, which is Sunday the 18th March
Birth sign: Aquarius
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