My mother’s hands My Fathers fine hair My sister’s love of adventure I say’ I love you’ easily Because you said it without censure

I fight for every underdog Because of all you bullies I find beauty in a stone Because you showed me truly

All my sobs and tears Because he taught me how to cry I saw how much I hurt you And so it hurts to lie

Beautiful mosaics we are

• more beautiful with age As patterns grow more intricate And colours start to fade

I look around at those who’ve gone And find they are still here In the mirror, in my heart Every action brings them near.

Is it all beauty? Are we all angels? or is it just call of duty to our primal selves, Let’s compete, beat, eat and make sure we’re top dog on the street. Thats nature after all. Adam and Eve after the fall Cast out,no hope, no vision All our progress an illusion Get back to the garden? ha! We have to give ourselves the pardon Let go, understand it’s all ok Man’s tapestry is just as fine As a butterfly wing design.