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Before I
was myself
you made
me, me
With love
and
patience,
discipline
and tears,
Then bit
by bit
stepped
back to
set me
free,
Allowing
me to sail
upon my
sea,
Though
well
within the
headlands
of your
fears.
Before I
was myself
you made
me, me
With
dreams
enough of
what I was
to be
And hopes
that would
be
sculpted
by the
years,
Then bit
by bit
stepped
back to
set me
free,
Relinquishing
your
powers
gradually
To let me
shape
myself
among my
peers.
Before I
was myself
you made
me, me,
And
being good
and wise,
you
gracefully
As dancers
when the
last sweet
cadence
nears
Bit by bit
stepped
back to
set me
free.
For
love
inspires
learning
naturally:
The mind
assents to
what the
heart
reveres.
And so it
was
through
love you
made me,
me
By slowly
stepping
back to
set me
free.
Copyright
by
Nicholas
Gordon
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