I am the fruit of a vibrant past.
The result of lessons ignored.
With past being prologue
I stand courageously on a foundation of strength
So that I might teach my fruit to
Realize their potential and reach for the stars.
I am the fruit of radiance in the face of darkness
The product of lessons learned.
Poised on tiptoes
I strain to hear the voices of old
Who remind me of the person I must be
And who placed the stars at my fingertips.
With horizons within my reach,
I pass my stars to my children.
Heaven is my home.