My Beloved Mother...
As a child I'd place my head on your lap, You'd caress my hair, I'd lose myself in your gentle touch, my love for you grew more love, the love I did not desire to share with my father nor sibling..
You are like the sun of the morning.. Welcoming me with your warm embrace on a cold day.. You are like the full moon by a delightful night, Keeping me placid, Glimmering my face..
Though, we battle with our colloquy swords Though, we disharmonize.. You approach me, with your anchored, adept, affable mind Implanting morals inside me, Authentic, Noble and Kind...
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