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Apr 16
poem 2 comments
Abby_Simmons

A Mother's Love

A Mother's Love
She loves like water
Beneath our feet
Above our heads
Coursing through our bodies.
Ever present.

(Photo credit: Bailey Tetrault, Essex Junction, VT)


Her love shines
Like the warm sun above,
Touching all those
On this side of the earth.
Radiant.

In her soul,
Lies an endless mine
Full of passion
That will never run out.

Because of her great love,
She will search lands far away
And when she cannot find
What her loved one desires
She becomes it.
 
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Posted: 04.16.17
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  1. Graceth Harleli
    Apr 17, 2017

    Not only do I like your picture, I really enjoyed this piece. Especially the last stanza. Thanks for sharing.

    "She is too fond of books and it has turned her brain." ~Louisa May Alcott
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  1. Abby_Simmons
    Apr 17, 2017

    Thankyou so much!

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