the most
matrifocal
of all
today
as we shower
down flowers
and wine
adulation
and time
a unified world
in awe
of the beauty -
the grace
the soft touches
kind hearts
the kisses
that make
it
"all better"
the essence
of a mom
the voice
that resides
in our minds
forever reminding us
treat others right
treat ourselves right
forge ahead
in tumultuous waters
she finds the lost raft
in a clouded night sky,
she is the star
scattered in a dry field
she's the flower
that survives
the harsh weather
neglect
self-sacrifice
blossoms
and lives on
to raise another
child
to love
to be his best
to rise above
the dreary
and bask in
the sun
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