Fragile flower of the past.
You nurtured me to life,
protected me,
cared for me,
scolded me
(ever so gently).

You are in pain.
The cycle is turning.
Life begets life.
Fulfilling its ancient promise
and curse.
Ephemeral futility.
Yet Love lives on,
from generation
to generation.
A never ending thread
extending through the centuries.
A desperate grasp
for meaning.
A place in our lives
and our hearts.


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