My Song
Before I was conceived, my mother sits alone under a tree and listens for my
song.
When at last she hears it, she sings it to herself. today is my birthday.
She seeks out the one that will be my father, and teaches him my song.
They sing it together, in their love and through my song they invite me to join
them.
After my conception my mother sings to me,
and from her womb I hear here my song for the first time.
I listen as she teaches it to the old women and midwives of my village and my
home.
These voices along with my mothers' greet me, as I am born, together they sing
my song.
Always after, all those around me sing my song when I am hurt, when I fall,
to celebrate my triumphs, my failures, always when there is a need, I hear my
song.
At my wedding my beloved ones gather, and the air is filled with my song,
throughout my life I sing to others and others sing to me.
Until at last I lay dying and all of my loved ones gather about me,
and in death, as it always has been in life, it is my song that they sing.
And now the earth is my mother,
and forever her flowers sing my song.
Inspired by a story of a tribe in Africa as told by Jack
Kornfield in A Path With a Heart