Kahil Gibran

My Mom loved poetry. She would often read out loud to me. I can hear her voice in my memory to this day. I liked one author in particular. I remember asking my Mom to read me poetry by Brawn. She looked at me with such a puzzled expression. . . She asked me if I knew the poet's whole name. I said, "Sure, it's Kahilga. You know, Mom, Kahilga Brawn."

She smiled and hugged me and read from The Prophet. Then she showed me the author's name. Kahil Gibran. She did all of this without laughing at me or letting me feel silly in anyway.
What a perfect Mom!

"His power came from some great reservoir of spiritual life else it could not have been so universal and so potent, but the majesty and beauty of the language with which he clothed it were all his own." -- Claude Bragdon