The Mother

She embraced the view, a bright divine

The hues, the grace, over a quivering line

Her dancing carriage heard no tune

She buried her doubts beneath the moon

Only a memory lies in her wake

A collection of ‘was’, a withering shake

She swayed in her cradle as she drifted to shore

A soft gaze would welcome this motherly lure

She’s promised a honing but for her to discover

She falls to her knees and kisses her mother.

 

 

 

 

 

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