Below is a poem I wrote to my mother whilst she was still in the UK undergoing cancer treatment. When Felicity came out to Tanzania she asked that I superimposed it on her fave photograph of mine (the one you see above). Mounted and framed it hung on a wall in her room. It now hangs in my sitting room. A statement of my love for her and the momories we hold:
Life is a crazy path
Touched by people, experiences and places
Possessions a mere nothingness
That will always try to grasp.
Take your soul and fly your way
What ever that may be
But never forget the ones that weaved your path
As you soar towards your lions heart.
Be truthful to yourself
Your dreams and your faith
And remember that your first footstep
Is connected to your last.
Life is an energy so often lost
Unless revived and regularly grasped
So keep your spirit breathing
And make your vision last.
Life is a crazy path
Touched by people, experiences and places
Possessions a mere nothingness
That will always try to grasp.
Take your soul and fly your way
What ever that may be
But never forget the ones that weaved your path
As you soar towards your lions heart.
Be truthful to yourself
Your dreams and your faith
And remember that your first footstep
Is connected to your last.
Life is an energy so often lost
Unless revived and regularly grasped
So keep your spirit breathing
And make your vision last.
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