Mama I look in the mirror. I see my eyes are round like the world. I have two globes, floating in space of white support. Clouds appear within the darkness of the orbs used to see. It is from the moisture of bleeding and crying to be. Why are the eyes deceiving me. One on the right and one on the left. Why can't I see clear by myself. Putting my hands up to my face, afraid to cover my eyes in hast. She would say " Things could change and you miss them dear. If you bury your face in your hands out of fear. " So I stand eyes wide open. Pushing back the clouds. But the thunder Mama is getting loud. I went to place my hands over my ears. Then she would say " You couldn't hear me dear " . So I put them down by my side. She told me that reaching out shows my pride. In me, in others as I embraced their needs. She warned me to keep them back from greed. I started to speak, she reminded me. I have one mouth and two eyes to see, two ears and one nose with two nostrils to help me breath. Two legs to get me around the strife. One heart big enough to embrace this life. " I love you Mama " I think I said. I was thinking when I see her again. I going to sit and rub her head. Place her head upon my chest. I'll ask my Mama to take a rest. She did that for me when I was young. It made me the man I have become. Thank you Mother!