Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck <br />with my tears of sorrow. <br /> <br />The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet, <br />but mine will hang upon thy breast. <br /> <br />Wealth and fame come from thee <br />and it is for thee to give or to withhold them. <br />But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own, <br />and when I bring it to thee as my offering <br />thou rewardest me with thy grace.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chain-of-pearls/
