My mind is scripted,
by the path that has been burned,
Like a new born star,
My aim became high
when you taught me the way,
to set my mind free.
I clamber endlessly through the density
of self recognition.
This forest that blankets me
could not break the rays of light, from showering down on me
as you provide the dancing reflection
Amazing how life, being first priority
can't be taught in books, but rather:
We figured out life as you and I marched along
The will that burned it's distinct shimmer
In the midst of all darkness
you lead by desire
to shine my own light, follow my own path,
letting my flame soar
As the shadows grow longer
you gave me the fuel, when my lamp became empty
And how when in the darkness of the world
We must use our hearts as lanterns
To guide our soul to the sector we live in,
is the poerty of happiness
where the goblet need not be of gold,
when it quenches your thirst
and is able to fill you with
the serenity and wisdom
that falls drastically short
of the intermeshed growth of my life..
with my mother.
-TF Pizza
This is THE poem my first born wrote and framed for me. It is on the highest shelf in my room where I can see and refer and remember why I am a mom and why in the heck I continue to be so.
Happy birthday to my reason for procreation and often daily creation.
I see you.
And love you.
