I stand at the door <br />That trundled across <br />The river that partly designed the destiny <br />Of a child to fling <br />A coin into its flow <br /> <br />The coin reversed <br />The flow of the river <br />To take me back to <br />That first tryst with death <br /> <br />That connects me to <br />My mother's life that I live <br />Through her anecdotes <br />From her childhood <br />Spent on the river-banks <br /> <br />How life flows <br />Connecting lives <br />As one single <br />Mighty river...<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/river-of-life-12/
