TheBanyanTree: I WAS MY MOTHER

[Sharon Mack]

I WAS MY MOTHER

I was my mother*my mother was me
I saw it in my dreams.
We merged between ourselves
And into each other
And I was my mother, my mother was me.

The years passed by 
And I became
More and more.
So did she.
One was one and one was more.
We both grew and moved and lived
Away from me, away from she
Becoming who we were meant to be.

But times they merge
And life it merges 
And breath it merges 
Until we breathed the life of me,
And she, and we, and he.

The he of men
That moved between us,
In and out
And lying down,
And stepping up.
Sometimes staying,
Sometimes leaving,
Sometimes sounding as
Crashing symbols
With words of love.
Or duty bound
They scuffed the ground
And skimmed the edges
Behind the shadowed walls.

But lights grow dim
And lights go out.
But souls they last
Within, without and 
Memories are life prolonged
By those to whom our
Gifts belong.

The gift of she,
The gift of me,
The gift of my mother.
I am my mother, 
And my mother is me.