<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521526" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Mother's Gift</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You visited me near dawn -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw you<br>and felt your joy<br>and heard your voice, <br>like a memory of waking to bird-song<br>on a warm, Ohio summer's morn -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you used to sing 'rise and shine! ' <br>bringing me bleary-eyed, bounding<br>into my childhood's <br>glowing day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And last night <br>I saw you again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love my dreams about you. <br>You sweep away <br>all fear<br>with your calm voice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But always after, <br>when I wake up, <br>you are gone, <br>and I face another indifferent day<br>in this agnostic world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But this time was different! <br>'You are glowing! ' I said <br>from the deep mist of my sleep, <br>'Why does your face shine? <br>Are you with him, with Dad? <br>Is that why you're so happy? ' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You smiled (as at a naive child's prodding) <br>'Well, yes, of course he's here too... <br>but that's not it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is because He Is.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though I could not see <br>what you ceaselessly see, <br>I gazed upon the overwhelming, <br>reflected light <br>enfolding you, <br>and I tried, <br>oh I tried, to find its source <br>but could only feel<br>its sudden glory... <br>its unremitting, <br>warm embrace <br>of unconditional <br>love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did not want to wake...<br>I wanted to stay with you, <br>to die in the warmth <br>of this revelation, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but of course, <br>I returned to the morning<br>to the pale sun, <br>to the granite and steel world, <br>to the darkness of the mirror, <br>to life, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and yet, <br>your loving mother's gift<br>still remains <br>cadescent <br>in my soul's <br>deepest core.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Steven+Federle">Steven Federle</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521526" data-title="My Mother's Gift de Steven Federle" data-description="You visited me near dawn - I saw you and felt your joy and heard your voice, like a memory of waking to bird-song on a warm, Ohio summer's morn - you used to sing 'rise and shine! ' bringing me bleary-eyed, bounding into my childhood's glowin..."></div> </div> </div>

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