The poet, Rabindranath Tagore, it seems, as he looked at a sleeping child, found his poem and mused to himself, of truths the sleeping child does not yet know.
Tagore’s words suggest to me that the "song" Tagore speaks of, also might well be: words and thoughts, ideas and feelings, ways of looking at life that someone has shared with me. The song that the person has become to me, stays with me, and from time to time, reminds me of the person’s presence.
I think my Mother's gift of herself to me, compares with Tagore's song. Her presence, now in memory, is still with me, and guides me.
What is the song we give to one another? The song each of us gives to another, is the gift of our unique self that is found in our words and in our presence.
The gift of ourselves is truly a song that lasts. My heart, as it remembers the music others have given me, sings with joy.
marylee manson armour,
Revised 1/10/05
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