A mother is most delicate;
With a slight shock her heart breaks;
It is not made of glass,
Or of any other brittle matter;
That could be pieced together;
By some adhesive...
...after it crumbled into pieces;
But, there is a magic about it;
It has a mysterious quality;
It will at once get right;
And can become whole again;
If you say a loving word to her;
'I love you mom'.
Mykoul
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