Act 1 Scene 1

ACT 1 SCENE 1

God gave us the platform on which to perform
Opening night the moment we were born

The compassionate, beautiful mother ignited the love in our soul
Nurturer, protector and conscience until we became whole.

Stage manager, director and author of our play
The significant other who was seldom there during the day.

We watched, listened and touched those of profound awe
Brothers and sisters and every life form we saw.

The funny faces as they tried to make us laugh
We knew it not then but we were the families golden calf.

Our Mother the playmate who fed and kept us clean
Truly the Madonna and creator of earth's beautiful dreams.

Time was usually silent between eight and four
Then brothers and sisters came roaring through the door.

School was over and every child must be heard and fed
Mother always understood travail, travesty and toil but she never said.

She who was first to arise and last into bed
God's blessings were her children she often said.

~A.H.O. ~

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