May 2025

May 2025

Mother, may I live?
You may, my son.

Mother, may I crawl?
You may, my son.

Mother, may I walk?
You may, my son.

Mother, may I run?
You may, my son.

Mother, may I go out into the world?
To see and to hear and to smell?

To learn and to teach and to forget?
To have beauty and hate and love?
To have a job and tasks and toil?
To have a love and build a home?
To raise a son with worry and pride?

You may, my son.

Mother, may I live?

Mother?

Mother?

Mother, may I die?
You may, my son.

--John Magee