So much do we love
Talking to people we love
About ideas we love
That thinking becomes a conversation
With people we love about ideas we love.
Being your mother
Became a conversation
Where your quiet ideas furthered
The attachment first fastened
In the far configurations
Of destiny.
I am honored that the universe
Loaned your childhood to me,
Adding such a bright star
To the constellation of conversations
That I am becoming,
For, however far apart we are,
Your considerate voice stays with me,
Enlightening my thinking.
I wish I could give you
A small package of whatever I know
That is worth knowing
To take with you wherever you go.
I wish you would call me from time to time
And tell the part of me that is you
Where your part of the conversation
Is going.
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