Black Poetry : For Mothers' Day - My mother/Myself

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Watch Her Flow
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A mother begins a cycle
Of which she is not the beginning
But a recepient and a vessel
Of eternities past and present

I feel myself in her body
Floating not walking
With rhythmic poise
My fingers find the gestures that are hers

As a child I thought her wise
Beautiful and Strong
And the vision I had then
Is the way that I feel now

(excerpt from my autobiography)
 

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