Childhood memories
Of mother’s dream
Walks in pace
With grandmother’s gleam
Of jealousy to race
In front of my stream
Of consciousness
My essence unseen
Struggles to believe
In the place before
This human weave
In lessons of lore
Where I could grieve
In nothingness
Hope hurries ahead
Of passion’s sorrow
To repair the dead
Soul of tomorrow
Who’s truth bled
On those who borrowed
From selfishness
copyright RA 1995