" My Song

So many memories,
and I'm still young.
So many dreams,
my song's just begun.

Sometimes I hear
my private melody grow,
then the sound vanishes,
but returns, I now know.

I've heard my heart break;
wounded, I've felt alone,
but slowly I learned
to thrive on my own.

I want to keep learning,
to depend my song;
in whatever I work
may my best self grow strong.

It's still the morning,
the green spring of my life.
i'm starting my journey,
family and friends at my side,
my song inside,
and love as my guide.

My family wonders
where I will go.
I wonder too.

I long to discover
how to protect the earth, our home,
hear world sisters and brothers,
who feel so alone.

Hearts and hands open
to those close and those far,
a great family circle
with peace our lodestar.

No child should be hungry.
All children should read,
be healthy and safe,
feel hope, learn to lead.

It's still the morning,
the spring of my life
I'm starting my journey,
family and friends at my side,
my song inside,
and love as my guide.

I'm take wrong turns
and again lose my way.
I'll search for wise answers,
listen, study and pray.

So many memories,
and I'm still young.
So many dreams;
my own song has begun.

I'll resist judging others
by their accents and skin,
confront my life challenges,
improve myself within.

Heeding my song-
for life's not easy or fair-
I'll persist, be a light
resist the snare of despair.

Mysteriously,
I've grown to feel strong.
I'm preparing to lead.
I'm composing my song.

It's still the morning,
the spring of my life.
I'm starting my journey,
family and friends at my side,
my song inside,
and love as my guide. "

― Pat Mora , Dizzy in Your Eyes: Poems about Love