Woman – The Writings of Tom Grasso

Mother

I can hear your voice echoing through my caverns,

I can feel your rage building like a storm,

I can see your smile, rare and unforgiving,

I know all I am through your eyes.

I am your son.

Sister

I can hear your cries seeping through the darkness,

I can feel your mind twisting in the wind,

I can see your smile, longing for reality,

I know I am forgotten through the temper of your lies.

I am your brother.

Lover

I can hear your heart beating in my silence,

I can feel your soul afraid in being open,

I can see your smile raising me from my ashes,

I know I am alive through the desire of your embrace.

I am your partner.

Daughter

I can hear your first cries as though they sang but yesterday,

I can feel your hand as it grasps at my one finger,

I can see your life unfolding before my eyes,

I know I have done something right when you simply call me “Dad”.

I am your father.

Woman

There are many things that have shaped me,

That have pulled a sculpture from the roughest, burdened stone,

I’ve been hewn by heaven and hell’s sweet majesty,

A woman’s touch is the discourse of this living.

I can rise, and I can love, and I can be all I’m meant to be.

I am a man.