Maya
In pain and in
Power
There lies a common thread . . .
The struggles that it took to get there . . .
The testimony of those who bled
In one way or another.
That is one lesson
My mother taught me.
And she also said that "surrender, in its place . . ."
Could sometimes, somehow
Lead to destiny.
Surrendering to change
Surrendering to patience
"Surrenderng to authority?"
I asked my mother sweetly.
No.
She said never to wait
For someone to "let" me do
Anything.
Except for her.
I laugh as I think back
And reflect on her style of teaching.
I remember her lessons.
I remember how far-reachng they were
And are.
She possesses a certain Spark
That guiding star in her heart that
Mothers have.
I wonder where she
Got that.
I wonder where Maya
Got hers.