Priest and Mother

I imagine my mother
When she was young, she was me
As I am my son.
She was a searcher
Passionate so
Wise for her years
But wanting to know more
Yea you saw the yearning in her eyes
And you see it now in mine
Those eyes that stared deep into those of the priest
Because it is we who are the teachers
The preachers
The leaders of tomorrow

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