“my mother the sparrow my mother the nest my mother the branches my mother the leaves my mother the tree who cut and whittled herself to build me a boat offering safe passage my eyes watch our slow sailing reflection in the water in its stillness, it's almost impossible to tell if the tiny yellow lights scattered across its surface are mirrored stars or crocodile eyes” LifeGrowing UpMothers Love Book:Depression & Other Magic Tricks Source: Depression & Other Magic Tricks