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The Sun

Tribute to my mother

From her hands the sun,
The wisdom of the ages
From her lips they flow
 
In my universe
Her words are nuggets of truth
The years of my youth
 
Yes, I’m old but not grown up
Still my mind an open cup
Awaiting her gentle words
Not her stares that cut like swords
 
From her hands the sun
Lights the path whither I go
Now and tomorrow
 
Alas! She’s at peace
In a land beyond the sea
No longer with me
 
But her words remain they will
For her mem’ry with me still!
 
02-14-2021
© F Aparici

Photo is of my wife "holding" up the sun, trying to hold time and the day longer - to no avail. We are in a beach in San Jose in southern tip of Mindoro the island I was born.

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