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Mothers Love
A namesake kin a mother's touch
the breath of life her endless love.
Her swollen dreams the growing watch
are mother's gifts we gain a spot.
Like an open moon she leaves her mind,
like a common poet her reasons rhyme.
The burden light we tow the line
for mother's love we make the time.
His master's voice wound up to spin
played yesterday and fashioned friends
and mother's breast held fantasies
were playgrounds where young hearts were free
and Jolson's made me love you lines
were heard when new born infants cried.
Dear mother's care pursues on call
like sun shines through a waterfall,
like snow melts in suns of spring
and little things like mother's wing.
Lying words disguised as wise
fall on mother's love that never dies.
Her breast loved champions arise
with mother's love the guiding light.
His masters's voice wound up to spin
played love songs to young mothers when
golden dawns brought days of peace
and candlelight brought easy sleep.
True rhapsodies flowed through the point
with analogs for mother's joy.
Celtrue2000@E3B1G9
beautiful piece .
Very lovely, and very true, E.True. I lovepoems about the people that helped to make us who we are~ In your case, must have been your loving Mother. I had my Dad. Very sweet and loving~ I hope that you sent her a copy!! :) Happy Easter!
This is very beautifully done.. thanks for sending Eric... nice, indeed! Very much appreciated.