Writings to Our Mother III | Page 7

Biding Time / Ezra Fern oh, Sad sun child Mourns a loss That none But His Children (and children’s children) Will feel. oh, Petulant (yet bitterly optimistic), D r i v e, You opt for a change Of which You Will never See the outcome. You understand, [thank You /thank You/ thank You for understanding] that (now) all decisions Are made While those Who set them Into Motion Only look in the mirror. 7