In the town where I was born lived a woman and her daughter, who <br />walked in their sleep. <br /> <br />One night, while silence enfolded the world, the woman and her <br />daughter, walking, yet asleep, met in their mist-veiled garden. <br /> <br />And the mother spoke, and she said: 'At last, at last, my enemy! <br />You by whom my youth was destroyed--who have built up your life <br />upon the ruins of mine! Would I could kill you!' <br /> <br />And the daughter spoke, and she said: 'O hateful woman, selfish <br />and old! Who stand between my freer self and me! Who would have <br />my life an echo of your own faded life! Would you were dead!' <br /> <br />At that moment a cock crew, and both women awoke. The mother said <br />gently, 'Is that you, darling?' And the daughter answered gently, <br />'Yes, dear.'<br /><br />Khalil Gibran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sleep-walkers/
