No favourites

No favourites

Like the loving mother who has no favourites,
amongst her large and lively family,
we can sit at the noisy kitchen table with our brood
and dispense love and attention where needed:

to the one who works hard, and the one who dreams,
the one who gets angry, and the one who smiles,
the one who rushes, and the one who dawdles
the one who looks after our body, and the one who is careless;

when we know they are part of ourselves
it is not possible to neglect any of them;
if we do neglect them,
we know the one who neglects
particularly requires love.

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