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Paradise. It is found in a mother's embrace

happiness at the smile and shine of her face

Surge of power at the encouragement of her words

Intellect at the acceptance of her wisdom

Selflessness and zeal at the prospect of protecting her from harm

There are few feelings as euphoric as the sound of a mother laughing

Likewise, few things are as gut wrenching as her crying

To realize she suffered like most but hid it from your infantile eyes

The realization that as a child, your words were full on pure honesty without a modicum of restraint in your words

The statement of pain as a question. The inherent honesty may hurt more than lies

And yet her refusal to give up in the face of several storms. A great accomplishment  

Such determination, teeth shining, smiling, eyes twinkling in the face of every deterrent

From the pain of childbirth to the struggle to give you the world

There is no greater parent

Understandably, you strive to repay  this boundless debt

You yearn to give her a fraction of the love, gifts, and strength you have been given since birth

You acknowledge this herculean task

But as you contemplate this insurmountable feat

Worry not, her love was not bought, it came with no receipts

Remember

Paradise is found at your mother's feet