On My Mother's Lap

I remember not my mother's lap Where I learnt the art of Love I remember not her warm embrace As she addressed my needs I remember not her beautiful smile On the day I was born It's all stored somewhere in my being Somewhere closer than I thought It's who I am The open album of my memory Governs every part of my being Allowing my mother's love To continue to flow Into the skies of my being I remember not many things But one thing is true I hold dear to my existence The only gift left from my mum It's the only gift to humanity I hold dear to life The only source of my hope I am forever in Love with Love The essence of my life It's my dream To fall in Love everyday And to wake up full of Love Love is my medicine And my story Be in Love Be the Love ©