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ABOUT MOTHER



Her presence was like a breath,

a quiet, silent thing

that let me know I was safe.

She warmed my world

with every look.

The memory of her

swells in my heart.



She liked the midnight

whistle of a distant train,

quiet mornings, and

the familiar sound of mockingbirds.

Floating clouds were my storybook,

and Mother read them well.



On silent mornings,

the sweet chant of this land

I have loved for so long

offers me childhood again.

I dance and twirl in the sun,

sing to the earth and sky,

and cuddle a bird with a

broken wing.



Her love shines on me every

day I am alive, and on every

path I take.

I cling to a memory that

is truly beautiful,

and peace surrounds my life.

I feel her smile upon me

each time an eyelet cloud

sails by. She is there, she is here.



As I piece together my life,

everything fits well.

Fly free, sweet lady, and

save a place for me.



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