A poem written by Jeremy Berquist

For My Mother

I asked the water what it knew.
My standing there so little drew
an answer from the waves that crashed
and sucked back in, my hopes were dashed.

I told my story to the sun.
The more I spoke, the more it won.
As daylight wore and evening crept,
the score was lost; my listener slept.

I begged the stars to hearken back
with news of what lay in the black
beyond them. All I learned of space
is that knowledge gained is soon replaced.

You taught me something of the kind
when I was young - you said I'd find
the answers for myself, and you
without the words said all that's true.

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