When I think of divinity I think of her,
Could I have existed if not for her?
Could I be forming these thoughts?
I’d have been non- being without her!
When I think of simplicity as a person,
And conceive of sacrifice as a human;
If service could be walking on its feet
Her humble self it could have taken!
She is the first love gift to me divine,
The tender caress of childhood mine;
Inspiring me silently
to appreciate
The little things that near me shine!
The flowers in the
forest and the trees,
Fish in the river, of the air birds and bees;
The syllabi to know and
love in her school
My mother, never can
I pay your fees!
Xavier Bage
Wed, April 19, 2017
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