<![CDATA[Birthday Poem for Sabina and her Mother
A mother over there, a daughter here
Or a mother over here and a daughter there.
No matter, the sun shines its face eventually on one or the other.
And the comfort of nightfall too.
Birthday morning here is evening there,
either already over here or about to begin there,
No matter the sun shines its face eventually on one or the other.
And the comfort of nightfall too.
Facing each other from each end of the earth
the daughter leans forward to send out birthday wishes.
The mother too, leans forward to catch them, softly, easily.
One sending in the light of early morning here,
the other feeling the dusk close gently in there
as she receives them.
No matter the sun shines its face eventually on one and the other.
And the comfort of nightfall too.
Sue Heggie]]>
Fluffy George 