17 December 1999
My dear child,
I had an urge to write you in these last days of the century,
Which is nothing too extraordinary, time passing, but yet I ponder my destiny.
As I write, you exist but in the crack of my smile, as the hope in my childish heart,
A place to defer my loneliness to future times when we will have to be apart.
By the time you read this, you'll have a mother who learned to love herself enough to recognize,
The man of her life and synchronize,
Her unruly desires and emotion,
With his adamant support and devotion.
Strong and sure, our eternal loves' fusion,
Will have dominated some of life's confusion,
To create a new delicate dancer,
Much time spent searching, and with you will come the answer.
My sweet baby, you didn't live in this century because I'm not there yet,
Still piecing together a happy adulthood, harvesting experiences, fending off regret.
But I will share with you my stories of these fervent years,
Colorful collages of people who lifted my soul, bare beauty and music which moved me to tears.
My spectrum of feelings include some almost unbearable, so intense,
Take from me this passion, a set of values, and hopefully some common sense.
You, an extension of my humble spirit, my utmost responsibility, my unconditional friend,
Will know such love and comfort, our journey together will have no end.
Your mother
---i do like to believe in destiny and if in fact the next millinieum brings a child into my life, don't worry I won't give him this letter for fear of scaring the shit out of him! Just sometimes have this feeling of being a gatherer for future tranfer of knowledge, experience..if not my child perhaps i'll baby sit one of yours...
[This message has been edited by funneface (edited 19 December 1999).]
My dear child,
I had an urge to write you in these last days of the century,
Which is nothing too extraordinary, time passing, but yet I ponder my destiny.
As I write, you exist but in the crack of my smile, as the hope in my childish heart,
A place to defer my loneliness to future times when we will have to be apart.
By the time you read this, you'll have a mother who learned to love herself enough to recognize,
The man of her life and synchronize,
Her unruly desires and emotion,
With his adamant support and devotion.
Strong and sure, our eternal loves' fusion,
Will have dominated some of life's confusion,
To create a new delicate dancer,
Much time spent searching, and with you will come the answer.
My sweet baby, you didn't live in this century because I'm not there yet,
Still piecing together a happy adulthood, harvesting experiences, fending off regret.
But I will share with you my stories of these fervent years,
Colorful collages of people who lifted my soul, bare beauty and music which moved me to tears.
My spectrum of feelings include some almost unbearable, so intense,
Take from me this passion, a set of values, and hopefully some common sense.
You, an extension of my humble spirit, my utmost responsibility, my unconditional friend,
Will know such love and comfort, our journey together will have no end.
Your mother
---i do like to believe in destiny and if in fact the next millinieum brings a child into my life, don't worry I won't give him this letter for fear of scaring the shit out of him! Just sometimes have this feeling of being a gatherer for future tranfer of knowledge, experience..if not my child perhaps i'll baby sit one of yours...
[This message has been edited by funneface (edited 19 December 1999).]