"You"

"You"

I wanted
I needed
something
to believe in.

You,
Mother,
were there
as I was searching.

You,
Mother,
watched
as I learned about myself.

You,
Beautiful Goddess,
knew me,
before I knew you.

You,
Beautiful Goddess,
loved me always,
as I now always love you.

by Kiersten
Copyright October 23 1999

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