MISSING PARTS
My son, my son,
He has gone out into the world,
and I ponder now over my newly realized state:
I shall never be whole again.
Nor is any mother.
A part of her shall always be somewhere else--
as the wind which moans through the trees,
or the light which shines in the distance,
or the music which echoes on the ears of time.
By Nina (around 1975)
My son, my son,
He has gone out into the world,
and I ponder now over my newly realized state:
I shall never be whole again.
Nor is any mother.
A part of her shall always be somewhere else--
as the wind which moans through the trees,
or the light which shines in the distance,
or the music which echoes on the ears of time.
By Nina (around 1975)
Photo of Lake George in NY by Nina
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