Read Poem: A Song for my Mother, by Ed Munter

Her rivers run like blood in my veins.

Her forests breathe out the air that I breathe.

I walk through her fields and sense her body beneath.

Her soil. My skin.

Her oceans. My soul.

In the changing of her seasons,

my life unfolds in cycles, spinning around the sun.

She feeds me. She nurtures me.

She gives me life.

And I have betrayed her.

Take me back to your garden. Forgive me.

Let me rest in your fields.

Let me swim in your sea.

You are my ancient memory,

before I had a name or a face.

My earliest ancestor,

my deepest connection,

my birthplace.

I am a seed of your flower,

released by your blossoming,

carried by the wind,

to rest in this sacred ground.

Returning.

Remembering.

My home. My planet.

My Mother. Myself.