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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

The Pulse


The pulse of life began at last-- a boy,
and mother felt the rhythm of the beat,
but deep within her heart, unfettered joy,
was muted by a taste of bittersweet.


The life within her soon would be alone,
she knew as sure as certainty could be—
and through her love, with inner beauty sewn,
she made a vow that no one else could see.


She left the child but never left his heart.
She left the earth but never left his soul.
And when he falls to pieces, comes apart--
her love is there to keep his spirit whole.