How far, is it, to the moon?
And from where did I come?
How did I grow inside of you?
Was it magic or a miracle?
Where were you just now, I was lost?
Can you see the rain afar off?
I’ll be gone for the day, for the week.
What will I do, when I work in the world?
Will there be someone for me?
Did I hurt you when I moved away?
Did you call my name in the night?
How far, is it, to the moon?
We were all once seeds, held tight by a beautiful flower.
Old 8mm family film cuts from the ’60’s – south of Los Angeles.
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 
Your words brought tears to my eyes………..well done Mark.
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Thank you Wendi…the culture has changed…our technology has changed….but the child/mother bond remains constant.
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so true! 🙂
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Love the image of mothers as beautiful flowers holding their seeds tightly.
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Thank you
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