I am my Mother, as I weep <br />when reading of death and life, <br />knowing forever exists only in <br />the mind. <br /> <br />I am my Father, as I start each <br />day, rise to the challenges, <br />assuming great things will happen <br />as chance favors the prepared mind. <br /> <br />I am myself, my rose colored <br />glasses slip, I see the grass has <br />browned on the other side of <br />the fence.<br /><br />Deb Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grass-2/
